It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas. — 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