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

by Jonathan L. Howard

All science is based on the precept that we know too little. Ignorance is not bliss. It is only ignorance. Its bed partner may be the inertia of the conservative. Often it is only fear.

‘You’re adorable when you do that, you know? Your injured-pride face would melt a puppy.’ Cabal’s expression was uncertain; he had seen a molten puppy once, and it hadn’t been that adorable.