Hunchbacks danced at my wedding for luck. It's a thing you don't see nowadays.
Neil GaimanThere were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world
Neil GaimanHe was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brought it.
Neil GaimanTraveling through the Dragon's Den, it has just been explained that Haroun, the Ifrit, has been caught in a mirror trap. Here is the passage that follows:
"So," said Silas. "Now there are only three of us."
"And a pig," said Kandar [the mummy]
"Why?" Asked Miss Lupescu, with a wolf-tongue, through wolf teeth. "Why the Pig?"
"It's lucky," said Kandar.
Miss Lupescu growled, unconvinced.
"Did Haroun have a pig?" asked Kandar, simply.
Stichwörter: humor vampire pig werewolf mummy
He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.
What he did was put the fear of God into them.
More precisely, the fear of Crowley.
In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it. . . "
Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.
The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.
Stichwörter: humor
You must come to the Vicarage, then, next week," said the vicar.
Neil GaimanAnd then they were at Tristran's old home, where his sister waited for him, and there was a steaming breakfast on the stove and on the table, prepared for him, lovingly, by the woman he had always believed to be his mother.
Neil GaimanToo much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
Neil GaimanBob Dylan sang about a hard rain that was going to fall, and Shadow wondered if that rain had fallen yet, or if it was something that was still going to happen.
Neil GaimanNobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.
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