Цитаты из книги Agents of Light and Darkness

"Do we have anything resembling a plan?" "Oh, I thought we`d just barge our way in, insult all the right people, and kick the crap out of anyone who annoys us." Suzie smiled briefly. "My kind of party."

When you go uptown, into neatly laid-out squares with tree-lined streets and ornate old-fashioned lampposts, passing increasingly expensive establishments with pretence to class and sophistication, you move among a much higher class of scumbar. There are restaurants where you have to book months in advance just to be…

The nastiest, scariest, sleaziest joints are always uptown. Where the beautiful people go, to act out their inner ugliness in private places. Uptown, where the neon becomes more stylized and the come-ons are more subtle. Where the best food and the best wine and the best drugs, and all the very best music can be yours,…

Shotgun Suzie Lived in one of the sleazier areas of the Nightside, up one of those narrow side streets that lurk furtively in the shadows of the more traveled ways. Lit starkly by glaring neon signs advertising nasty little shops and stuidos, offering access to all the viler and more suspect pleasures and goods, at…

"Forget all your usual notions about angels," I said patiently. "All the usual images of angels as nice guys with wings, long nighties, and a harp fixation. Angels are God`s enforcers, his Will made manifest in the world of men. The spiritual equivalent of the SAS. When God wants a city destroyed, or the firstborn of a…

Above and behind the bar, inside a sturdy glass case fixed firmly to the wall, was a large leather-bound Bible with a raised silver cross on the cover. A sign below the glass case read, In case of Apocalypse, break glass.

Alex is a good person to talk to when you`re feeling down, because he has absolutely no sympathy, or the slightest tolerance for self-pity, on the grounds that he`s a full-time gloomy bugger himself. Alex could gloom for the Olympics. No matter how bad your torubles are, his are always worse.

Strangefellows is the kind of bar where no-one gives a damn what your name is, and the regulars go armed. It`s a good place to meet people, and an even better place to get conned, robbed and killed. Not necessarily in that order. <...> Tourists are not encouraged, and are occasionally shot at on sight.

I don`t carry a gun, or any other kind of weapon. I`ve never felt the need. And weapons wouldn`t do any good against Jessica Sorrow anyway. Nothing could touch her any more. Something happened to her, long ago, and she gave up her humanity to become the Unbeliever. Now she doesn`t believe in anything. And because she…

There is only the one church in the Nightside. It`s called St. Jude`s. I only ever go there on business. It`s nowhere near the Street of the Gods, with its many and varied places of worship. It`s tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Nightside`s usual bright and gaudy neon noir. Dedicated to…