Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.
Terry Pratchett... the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.
Terry PratchettThe English were notoriously unenthusiastic about burning witches. I suppose ours were too soggy.
Terry Pratchett