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Johannes Cabal returns in this fearfully funny and terrifically twisted tale of murder and international intrigue . . . five thousand feet off the ground.
When an attempt to steal a rare book turns sour, Johannes Cabal, a necromancer of some little infamy, finds himself in a foreign prison awaiting execution. A crafty plan -- as horrific as it is cunning -- allows him to steal the identity of a government official and make his escape aboard a luxurious aeroship heading out of the country. But what should be a perfect getaway rapidly becomes complicated by the bizarre disappearance of a passenger, an attempt on Cabal's life, and an unwelcome face from the past. Trapped aboard with a killer, can even Cabal's open-razor of a mind save him?
Full of twists, turns, sword fights, archenemies, newfangled flying machines, narrow escapes, and, of course, resurrected dead, Johannes Cabal’s latest eldritch escapade is a Ruritanian romp from first to last.
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First published January 1, 2010




“In my experience, death is an excellent prophylactic measure.”Which makes me go all:


‘Your cane?’
‘Sentimental value?’ he said sarcastically.
‘As it happens, yes.’ Cabal walked over to the count and took the emperor’s speech from him. ‘I bludgeoned my first failed experiment back to death with it.’

“Cabal could not have been more horrified if she’d pulled off her face to reveal a gaping chasm of eternal night from which glistening tentacles coiled and groped. That had already happened to him once in his life, and he wasn’t keen to repeat the experience.”Ah, young love. So touching.
“After some minutes of mental scuttling, his face was transformed by a smile. It was not a nice smile. It was the smile of a criminal mastermind who, on capturing his nemesis, decides to forego the circular saws and piranhas, and just shoots the man.”
“If at first you don’t succeed, then repeat your failure until nobody’s left alive to comment.”Truer words were never spoken, if you ask me.





'In the last few months, he’d found himself prey to strange twinges that, after some research, he had discovered to be his conscience. This unwelcome quality took exception to many of the perfectly logical actions he had previously committed with the regularity of habit. In the present case, however, Cabal’s conscience had apparently taken account of Herr Meissner's occupation as a civil servant and remained as quiet as a church mouse while Cabal stuffed a dirty rag in Meissner’s mouth and trussed him up with little concern for his comfort. Even a conscience knows its limits.'He also finds himself in the company of a character from The Necromancer. Then someone dies and he starts investigating. The most important thing in this book and the reason why many people dislike it is that Cabal has to play the part of Herr Gerhard Meissner. He cannot be Johannes Cabal we expect and, erm, love.
'Sometimes he wished he still lacked a soul. It hurt so much.'And you get a lot more of that particular story here.