Here’s an awesome word I found while reading this book:
Tintinnabulation – The ringing or sounding of bells.
Moore’s sentence(s) – “The guards scuffled for a moment, not sure whether to disarm their companion or shove their clips home and begin the massacre. Above the crying, the scuffle, the snickering, and the tintinnabulation of residual gunfire, a girl giggled.”
I could have a healthy, lengthy blog quoting Christopher Moore’s writings. After this one, I just need to read Bloodsucking Fiends, You Suck, and The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove to have sampled all he has to offer. I can’t say enough about his storytelling genius, and hope to see some of these adapted to screen. I Can Has Fluke?