He stopped abruptly. Somewhere close by, music was being played. It sounded like a drunken jazz band extemporizing on bagpipes; a wheezing, rambling cacophony. Valentine's face instantly became a portrait of distress. "God help us ..." he said softly and began to back away from Harry.
"What's the problem?"
"Do you know how to pray?"
Clive Barker, Cabal
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