But in the name of all that is holy, Mosca, of all the people you could have taken up with, why Eponymous Clent?” murmured Kohlrabi.Because I’d been hording words for years, buying them from peddlers...

I don’t know. How can you know? I…I’m a monster. When I’m hungry, I might do anything.””Oh no, of course I couldn’t possibly understand you.” Violet’s shadowed face seemed to be wearing a grim and...

I generally find,’ Clent murmured after a pause, ‘that it is best to treat borrowed time the same way as borrowed money. Spend it with panache, and try to be somewhere else when it runs...

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.