“My name is Matthew Swift. I’m a sorcerer, the only one in the city who survived Robert Bakker’s purge. I was killed by my teacher’s shadow and my body dissolved into telephone static and all they had left to bury… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“Paranoia seems more reasonable when you've got twelve stitches in your side.” — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“So...I suggest you try and get control over your more unusual nature, see if you can't coax those claws away, and I'll try very,… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“Are you aware, Mr Mayor, then when casually scrying the streets of London, you stand out like a giraffe on roller skates, yes?” — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“We...find it hard to conceive of...of a consciousness whose power, intellect and capacity can be both infinite and capable of caring," we replied. "We… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“We were beginning to understand why, in pre-anaesthetic days, the Bible had stipulated that suicide was a sin. Anything other than the prospect of… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“Whatever happened next, good or bad, it would be wonderful finding out.” — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“I looked at Judith. "This sounds strange, but I don't suppose you saw three mad women with a cauldron of boiling tea pass by… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“You know, yeah, it seems to me like there are two kinds of chosen one. There's the kinda who gets chosen for a thing… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“It's the new me," I explained, waving my hands jazz-style in greeting. "Matthew Swift, Midnight fucking Mayor - I've got multicoloured highlighters and everything.” — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“The word spread. It began with the techno-literates: young summoners who couldn’t quite get their containment circles right and who had fallen back on… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
“Londoners have intense loyalties to the areas from which they come. Those born in Croydon will argue that theirs is a borough with access… — Kate Griffin Copy Share Image
