I'll never think of fairies the same way again.

Neverwhere: Author's Preferred Text - Neil Gaiman

The three travelers? companions? are at the Floating Market.


"Rubbish!" screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall.

"Junk!" she continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it. "


I laughed so hard.

Hubby thinks I'm losing it.