The Labyrinth Index (Laundry Files, #9)

by Charles Stross

It had wings like a bat an’ scales on its body, an’ a mass o’ tentacles for a face,

Oh shit

We fight on so that something that remembers being human might survive.

exceptions like Dr. Angleton and Mr. Howard aside,

I want to cry

stop—but if it keeps things friendly, he’s all in favor of it.) The building door gapes

Many of the worst monsters are regrettably human. We know—history has given us the tools to interrogate them—the goals of Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler, of Stalin, Pol Pot, Hernán Cortés, and Andrew Jackson. They’re all too bloody human—

then fly anohter 3000 fly another 3000 nautical miles.

Her headset chatters for a few seconds, diverting her attention. “Yes, sir, I’ll tell him.” She makes eye contact. “That’s the skipper. We’re on approach