Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

he’s up to—except demons, who know exactly who he is and what’s he doing.

“Hey, maybe the rest of us didn’t eradicate the Arelius family before learning that their founder was the interdimensional god of death. You know what they say about hindsight, don’t you?”

It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined

‘He’s one of these brilliant young authors,’ replied the Devil. ‘I believe Titus knows him. He sold me his soul on the condition that once a week he should be without doubt the most important person at a party.’ ‘Why didn’t he sell his soul in order to become a great writer? Then he could have had the party into the bargain.’ ‘He preferred to take