The Fall of the House of Cabal (Johannes Cabal, #5)

by Jonathan L. Howard

If you have read the previous novels, I hope that has successfully refreshed your memory. If you have not, and have just lurched in here like a drunk into a cinema half an hour after the programme began, sit down and shut up. You are disturbing the patrons.

‘I would ask you not to patronise me,’ said Horst, ‘but that would be like asking you not to breathe. Carry on.’

Inadvertently touching up a spider-devil, however, was nowhere to be found on her to-do list.

‘I am the Witch Queen of the Necropolis!’ She looked around with satisfaction at the gawping sea of demoniacal faces ranged upon her. ‘You fuckers,’ she concluded, still smiling.

Unless, of course, you’re reading a pirated copy, in which case may you die alone in misery and poverty, and the little children dance upon your grave in the potter’s field.