““Excerpt from Goblin Night Fever: ‘Why do we have to meet in a place like this?’ said Plopbottle as soon as the barman’s back was turned. Broodangle, known to some as Broodangle the Occasionally Cunning, drew back his hood. A thin beak-like nose emerged and was shortly followed by two deep-set beady eyes and a short triangular beard that accentuated the sharpness of his chin. ‘Well for one thing the free bar snacks are to die for,’ he said, reaching for a handful of fried maggots””
