Practical Demonkeeping (Pine Cove, #1)

by Christopher Moore

Pine Cove’s locals avoided patronage of these restaurants with the duplicity of a Hindu cattle rancher: willing to reap the profits without sampling the product.

Brine believed, like Epicurus, that a good life was one dedicated to the pursuit of simple pleasures, tempered with justice and prudence.

From time to time, however, a needling suspicion arose in his mind that he had missed his true calling as a madam.

“Are you saying,” Brine interrupted, “that the human race was created to irritate Satan?”

Yet as we sit, ensconced in our grief, two perfectly healthy daily specials languish under the heat lamps metamorphosing into gelatinous invitations to botulism.”

The freedom of single life had suddenly become a burden, a mixed blessing, herpes on the pope’s ring.