You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn't, he sent men to come and take it away.

All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.

Dark Fantasy is just another way of saying Horror.

I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener, and it's in the blood.

It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse.

The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?

I know it’s not the right thing to say to a lady, miss, but you are sweating like a pig!" "My mother always said that horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies merely glow…" "Is that so? Well, miss, you are glowing like a pig!