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[infamouscabal]

"On to greater things, eh? Look, old man, if it's a game you've got in mind, i'm a reliable partner. Ask anyone." Cabal paused and glared down at him. Moretti suddenly had a distinct sense that his offer had been rash. "My game, Moretti, is not for the likes of you. In the next few hours, I intend to lie and steal for no material gain. Then, I have little doubt, I shall kill some people for no better reason than that they dismay me with their activities and I have decided to prevent them ever doing anything similar again. In my experience, death is an excellent prophylactic measure." Moretti, who had only ever heard the term 'prophylactic' used in a single context, blanched. "My God," he exclaimed. "Your God, Signor Moretti, is of no use whatsoever." Cabal touched the rim of his hat in mocking salute. "Good day, sir."

--Johannes Cabal the Detective, by Jonathan L. Howard

[infamouscabal]

Every law Cabal broke, every crime he committed was dedicated to one, single, shining, glorious goal: to defeat death. That was all he desired. Money didn't matter to him. Power didn't matter to him. All he wanted to be was humanity's champion against its first, its last, and its greatest foe.

-Johannes Cabal the Detective, by Jonathan L. Howard

[infamouscabal]

|| mmmm juicy tropes wiki

[infamouscabal]

He glared at me. 'I am /not/ scared,' he barked, rather too loudly. The bandits all turned to look at us.  Cabal looked at them, then looked back at me. 'Now look what you made me do,' he said, exasperatedly. The he walked up to the nearest bandit as if we had every right to be there. 'Guten Abend,' he said. The bandit looked at him with sheer disbelief. 'We're so very sorry, but we've rather been forced to precipitate action. A thousand pardons.' So saying, he pulled the bandit's revolver from his belt and shot him through the head. He backed towards me, firing twice more, snatched up a rifle that was lying at hand, and threw it to me.  'We'll just be holing up down here. Feel free to try and winkle us us out.' He turned and ran back down the passage, with me close at his heels. I swear there was a count of three before the bandits fully appreciated what had happened.

The Tomb of Umtak Ktharl, Johannes Cabal: The Detective

[infamouscabal]

#its ok just start rereading the first one before you finish the last chapter of the 5th book and that way the ride will never end 

|| SCREAMS

[infamouscabal]

“You don't?' Horst was so astounded he almost leapt to his feet. His smile returned in full power. 'Then you have treat waiting for you! It's wonderful! I mean, I remember it as being wonderful. I do not eat cake. Not now. Being a vampire and everything. You did know I'm a vampire, didn't you?' He suddenly seemed to remember that they were doing introductions and held up his hand. 'Horst Cabal, vampire. Didn't especially want to be, but there you go. I miss Battenberg. Hello, everyone!”

The Brothers Cabal, Jonathan L. Howard

[infamouscabal]

"'Obscene parody?'" Cabal repeated without rancour. "I'm not sure that particular phrase was in my mind when I decided on my career. As for humanity, anything I do for it is purely by accident."

"Then why? Immortality? Perhaps you should have become a vampire."

Cabal stopped and looked at the count very coldly indeed.

"Perhaps I should," he said finally.

--- Johannes Cabal: The Detective