Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

What,” asked Mr Croup, “do you want?””What,” asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, “does anyone want?””Dead things,” suggested Mr Vandemar. “Extra teeth.

Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

What,” asked Mr Croup, “do you want?””What,” asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, “does anyone want?””Dead things,” suggested Mr Vandemar. “Extra teeth.