Oh God, it's her, run!

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me