“The dusk light is impossibly bright. Timothy Squire is still pale, casting backwards glances as we run. After we are well free of the neighbourhood, I gesture for him to stop. 'You all right?' he pants. I time it perfectly,… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Thin rays of orange creep up Tower Bridge and I realize I have never seen the sunrise from here. I had no idea that it could rise, almost perfectly, between the two towers of the bridge. This new light is… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Smoke curls among the ruins of East London. Many of the buildings have burned to the ground or split like exploded rocks. Small lights… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“The force of the wind is like an angry sea. It is freezing. The machine putters through the air. I am floating, the sky… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“If we are not ourselves now, when things are hardest, when we are needed most, when are we?” — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Always there have been six ravens at the Tower. If the ravens fly away, the kingdom will fall.” — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“The dusk light is impossibly bright. Timothy Squire is still pale, casting backwards glances as we run. After we are well free of the… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Thin rays of orange creep up Tower Bridge and I realize I have never seen the sunrise from here. I had no idea that… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“Queen Bee hates me. I know, as I reach the door, that nothing good waits for me on the other side. When you're called… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
