“His bedroom was a reflection of Bryant's mind, its untidy shelves filled with games and puzzles stacked in ancient boxes, statues and… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“Do you want me to come to the hospital? she offered." Bryant's blue eyes widened. "Good Lord, no, why would you want… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“It is said that the hallmark of a gentleman is that he is only ever rude intentionally. Arthur Bryant was no gentleman. His rudeness… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“Bryant wanted to be outside digging up corpses and chasing (as much as his bad leg would allow) unscrupulous but fiendishly brilliant villains through… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“Oh, I’m losing my marbles,’ said Bryant cheerfully. ‘I’ve gone totally East Ham. One stop short of Barking.” — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“You see? This is what's wrong with the world. A young lady with bleached hair, an estuarine accent and unfeasible breasts can outsell a… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“What is the point in consensual opinion?" Bryant asked, exasperated. "If you only discuss matters of interest with like-minded individuals you never learn anything… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
Kim Newman brings Dracula back home in the granddaddy of all vampire adventures. Anno Dracula couldn't be more fun if Bram Stoker had scripted… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“When may did so, he found every cup and saucer, plate, vase, and bowl standing arranged across the floor like pieces in a scaled-up… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“Statistics show that the nature of English crime is reverting to its oldest habits. In a country where so many desire status and wealth,… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“What humanity wants most is crude sensation. Really? I thought what humanity wanted most was dignity.” — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“Whenever the cadaverous Home Office security supervisor became involved in their affairs, babies cried, women cowered, innocence was punished and blame was wrongly apportioned.” — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
“[In the theatre] Thanks.' He paused on the stairs. "And good- "Don't say it!" yelled Helena. "No whistling, no well-wishing." "I thought you weren't… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
I hate the endless admonishments of a nanny state that lives in fear of its lawyers. While colonies of dim-witted traffic wardens swarm about… — Christopher Fowler Copy Share Image
