I've just written a very gritty, non-magical take on the King Arthur legend, 'Here Lies Arthur,' and I'm currently toying with some other historical ideas, as well as working with the illustrator David Wyatt on some sequels to my Victorian… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
I used to be very fascinated by Victorian stuff, and my best-known books, the 'Mortal Engines' series, have a sort of retro, Victorian vibe, despite being set in the far future. — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“She wanted to stop, but she was riding a wave of memory and it was carrying her backward to that night, that room, and… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
he cut through the 21st Century Gallery, past the big plastic statues of Pluto and Mickey, animal headed gods of lost America — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“It will be all right, Tom. Wherever we go now, whatever becomes of us, we'll be together, and it will all be all right.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“The Scriven men wore stack-heeled boots and pearl-studded evening coats; the ladies in their vast skirts looked like mythical creatures, half woman, half sofa.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Oenone had found the chapel by accident, and was not certain what kept drawing her back to it. She was not a Christian. Few… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“But the look on his face was so strange that I hadn't the heart to take his story away from him. He believed it,… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“And isn't that what all boys want and all men, too? Just to be taken seriously?” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night. — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Outside, Melliphant's ear flattened itself against the wood of the door like a pale slug.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Waste not, want not’ is the Engineers’ motto, Miss. Properly processed human ordure makes very useful fuel for our city’s engines. And we are… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
