Status Updates From On Her Majesty's Occult Ser...

We have reached the creepiest stuff, including a describe machines whose only purpose is to inflict pain in order to open portals to Hell.

I keep reading this in snatches as I carry my copy in my book satchel. It’s getting better. For a long time it seemed that the narrator was showing off his knowledge of bureaucracy and technology. The latter, unfortunately, is outdated. But now we have entered into the macabre. Furniture stored in an evil room made of human remains!

The life of a man who is an average joe who lives with the fantastic hiding just around the corner at the edge of our vision.

It’s taken awhile but the world of tecko -Babel has combined with great danger. And there’s a lady in distress. But in this narrative Bond has slept with Mannypenny and has to e tract himself before the mission can continue.

This book is a combination of another which I’ve already read. The narrator is a cynical, world-weary social servant whose field happens to be eldrych supernatural forces. Thus he has a laze-fair attitude about things which make the reader’s hair stand at end. The possession and death of Fred just described is an example of that.