One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.
Christopher MooreFoul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.
Christopher MooreIt's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.
Christopher Moore