The Depression is hard on everyone,but it’s hardest on the bookhounds.Not that there aren’t books out thereto be had: baronets and bishopsalike are selling o whole librar-ies now that cash is short. Not thatthere aren’t buyers or the specia-lised volumes: Eton-and-Oxordaristocrats willing to try anythingas long as it’s vicious; sweatywould-be Great Beasts looking orthe shortest path to demonic power… or at least to devilish orgies.Between those two groups, sellersand buyers, a specialty market hassprung up in black magic and blas- phemous tomes, no questions asked.Maybe someone should ask a ew questions. Not questions like “Isthis authentic?” or “Isn’t that an awul lot o money or a book withall those stains in it?” But questions like “Do we really know who’sbuying that copy o
?” Or “Should we get paid in ad-vance, just in case the ritual actually works?” But questions don’t al-ways turn up answers, not kosher ones anyway. Forgeries, thuggeries,and conspiracies abound. London is ull o Nazis and Satanists andworse, not always up-ront in their dealings. They want those books.You had better get them. Rent is due, and there’s a Depression on.
The Ninth Gate, Kronos, Lovejoy, From Hell