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Boy with a broken soul; heart with a gaping hole. [Cabal&Hannibal Crossover, 3600 words]“It has never been about the attention.” |
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…Cabal was flipped into the air like an especially sociopathic pancake…
— Joanthan L. Howard: Johannes Cabal the Detective (via msfehrwight) |
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He weighed the gun in his hand; the man behind the counter had looked at him quizzically when he’d enquired whether they stocked the Webley .577 revolver. Thwarted, Cabal had settled on a Senzan revolver, but at least had the mild pleasure of finding one in an equally untidy calibre – 10.35 mm. His mind was usually quite pristine, but – O! secret sin – he had always taken a perverse joy in dangling decimals.
— Jonathan L. Howard: Johannes Cabal the Detective (via msfehrwight) |
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Cabal blinked; the bulb contained the powder of Ibn-Ghazi and its power was to render the invisible visible. For ten heartbeats, for an eternity, he looked upon the true face of the Bonewind.
“Seen worse,” said Johannes Cabal and bolted for the stairs. — Johannes Cabal & the Blustery Day, by Jonathan L. Howard (via oneinchwonder) |
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I let my front garden eat him.”
“Your front garden?” He wrinkled his nose. “You didn’t expect me to do it, did you? — Jonathan L. Howard – Johannes Cabal the Detective (via msfehrwight) |
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My apologies, but we’ve removed any digital file of the Johannes Cabal shorts as per Jonathan L. Howard’s request. I would say purchase the magazine (because I did and it is full of other great shorts), but they seem to be sold out of issue 3 on the publisher’s website! My apologies! Here is a link though, to check on in case they get it again. Maybe if you contact them, they can assist you in purchasing a copy. |
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Christmas comes around but once a year. To Johannes Cabal, this showed shocking over-familiarity and ill-breeding.
— Exeunt Demon King, by Jonathan L. Howard [p.1]. (via oneinchwonder) |
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The new day found Johannes Cabal the necromancer sitting by a ruined and rotting train on a long abandoned spur line, his head in his hands, the gravel between his feet splashed wet with drops of saline, his sunglasses tossed carelessly to one side when he could no longer see.
— Jonathan L. Howard: Johannes Cabal, the Necromancer (via msfehrwight) |
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And Cabal No.4 draft 0 (i.e. the crappy first draft I don’t show anyone) enters its last third and is still, miraculously, on schedule.
— Jonathan L. Howard’s Twitter |
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Or perhaps you will. People are so insensitive, these days. Once upon a time, all you had to do was finish a story with a revelation in the form of a single paragraph in - and this was the powerful part - italics to shred the sanity away from anyone more psychologically vulnerable than a lamppost.
It was his own face. Or…. There were still two glasses upon the mantelpiece. Or…. The library book was terribly overdue. — - Jonathan L. Howard, Johannes Cabal the Fear Institute (via sarcasmisfluffy) |
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He smiled. … The vicar smiled back. Cabal felt a need to check his own smile in a mirror to make sure it was still the thing of fear that he’d carefully cultivated for years.
— Jonathan L. Howard: Johannes Cabal, the Necromancer (via msfehrwight) |
How did YOU stumble upon Johannes Cabal?I was in a Barnes and Noble in Sacramento, and it was on one of the aisle caps for recommended fiction. I picked it up, and an employee walked by and said ‘Oh yeah, I recommended that one. If you like dark humor, it’s right up your alley.” |
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