Strangefellows’s owner and bartender was a thin pale streak of misery who only wore black because no-one had come up with a darker colour yet.
Paranoid? Why do you want to know?
Sorry,” I said. But I’ve been recently diagnosed as fashion intolerant. I can’t wear anything good, in case I develop style.
Be good, my dears, and if you can’t be good don’t do it in front of witnesses!
If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. And I’m really not in the mood to put up with any more problems.
When all else fails, you can always damn yourself with a necessary evil, for the greater good.
You sure you want to come with me?” I said. “The odds are not good.” “We’re family,” said Suzie. I had to smile. “I haven’t been all that lucky when it comes to family.” “We’re the family you chose,” said Dead Boy. “The family that matters.
To fight with demons, your intent must be pure. And even then, there’s no guarantee you’ll win.
I’m so sorry. I killed your mother.’ ‘That’s all right,’ said Penny. ‘We weren’t close.
No more shooting from anyone. Or I am going to get seriously cranky with everyone. Suddenly, and violently and all over the place.
And we all have the right to go to Hell in our own way.
They say you can’t go home again, but you can if you carry a big enough stick.
It was years since I’d last been here, a lifetime. It was yesterday.
The Night Times has prided itself throughout its long history in telling the truth, the whole truth, and as much gossip as it could get away with.
Most of my relatives could start a fight in an empty room and then lie about who won.
She might not have the same survival instincts as us.’ ‘It’s amazing,’ said Jeeves. ‘You keep talking and you keep coming up with things, and yet not one of them is ever remotely comforting.’ ‘It’s a gift,’ I said.
I’d never seen so many Goths in one place. All dark clothes and brooding faces, like a gathering of small thunderclouds.
Next time, I’ll drive,’ I said. ‘Not one of my cars, you won’t. I’ve seen you drive.’ ‘I’m an excellent driver.’ ‘It’s sweet that you think that.
A vampire was drinking a bloody Mary, and from the look on her face Mary was really getting into it.
I had to smile. “How can you not approve of gods when you are one?” He sniffed. “I never asked to be worshipped. Feared, yes.” “That’s how most religions start. Eddie, the Street is in danger, and so am I.