Johannes Cabal the Necromancer (Johannes Cabal #1)

by Jonathan L. Howard

With hindsight, perhaps he should have made some effort to take their souls on a more formal basis as the first donors of the hundred. That he hadn’t was partially due to ignorance of how one actually sets about taking souls on a more formal basis, but mainly because they had peeved him.

‘The sheer preponderance of exclamation marks is terrifying in itself.’

He knew Horst would probably regard running a rube through with a sword cane as poor public relations, but in Cabal’s book ‘the customer is always right’ became academic the instant the customer drew back his fist.

It is received wisdom that you can’t put a square peg in a round socket. As is common with received wisdom, it isn’t entirely true. It is quite possible to put a square peg in a round socket if you are very stupid, very wilful or just don’t like the square peg very much. Cabal reached through the window with both hands, grabbed Trubshaw by the ears and pulled. Shrieking woefully, Trubshaw was dragged through the window until there was enough head showing for Cabal to put him in a neck lock and bring his weight to bear.