The Apocalypse Codex (Laundry Files, #4)

by Charles Stross

Never trust a religion whose symbol of faith is a particularly gruesome form of execution,

It shorts out in a storm of fat violet sparks and a brain-wrenching twist at right angles to reality.

It’s a medium-scale picture of New Republican Jesus descending towards the Manhattan skyline on what looks like a fire-breathing war horse, wielding a spear while a squadron of B-52s circle behind him, outlined against thunderclouds. I guess it’s a mission statement for the Christ Militant or something.

whether driven by fear or anger, adrenalin surges are infectious and can be devastating.

just beginning to get my head around the scale of the sewage farm that is a month’s worth of missed committee meeting minutes

“You win some, you lose some. And when you lose, you have to pull yourself together and go back for more. Otherwise, the other side wins by default.”