“The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.” BurningFuneralEarthquakesCrackedGhoulsHeadsPsychosDoom Merchants Book:The Five Gates of Hell Source: The Five Gates of Hell