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28 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 14, 2013
“Merry Christmas, Police Sergeant Parkin.”Ah, such a positively charming little tale this is! All revoltingly warm and fuzzy inside it makes me feel. Much like it did His Grumpy Catness—may God rest his soul—from I what heard.
“And a Happy Saturnalia to you too. Now piss off out of it before I do you.”
“It’s been interesting. Horrible, but interesting.”Unfortunately, this wasn’t nearly as horrible as Police Sergeant Parkin makes it sound. (I think the man is a bit more sensitive than my nefarious little self when it comes to Horrible Stuff.) Unfortunately #2, this story wasn’t as caustically funny as other instalments in this Usually Hilarious Necromancing Series (UHNS™). BUT. It was well worth reading, just to witness my Deliciously Heartless Boyfriend running around in full theatrical demon attire, complete with red leotard, cloak, artificial, curling mustachios and fake horns (aka the works).
“The public could never see past the occasional and unavoidable mistakes, bleating on about how the science of necromancy was somehow intrinsically evil just because some of the higher profile failures had ended up wandering the countryside with a hunger for human brains. Sanctimonious fools, the lot of them.”I couldn’t agree more, my dear. Puny humans just do not understand the likes of us. I mean, look at me: I sever body parts for the good of humanity, and people call me evil. Such an unfair, rude judgement on their part.
The first night’s performance was, I think, a triumph if a Demon King’s triumphs are measured in screaming children being led out by the hand. Otherwise, the response was good. “Tone it down a little further,” said Curry, looking the happiest I’d yet seen him as he peeked through the curtains, “but not much. A bit more ‘delicious thrill,’ a bit less ‘bladder-emptying terror,’ Mr Cabal.”What’s wrong with bladder-emptying terror, I wonder? I happen to think it’s one of the most wonderful feelings ever. That Curry guy really is weird.
“He was shot through the star trap and showered over the entire stage and the first three rows of the audience in a hail of desiccated body parts. The parents were not impressed.”The parents may not have been impressed, but I definitely would have, had I attended this heart-warming performance with the kids. Pretty sure my homicidal babies would have asked for an encore, too.
'Silly man.'
This is basically a Christmas ghost story. We chose a perfect time to read this. Not as fulfilling as Howard's other stories, but still a delightful read.