“Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
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“Now, Anansi stories, they have wit and trickery and wisdom. Now, all over the world, all of the people they aren't just… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
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