He shivered. His coat was thin, and it was obvious he would not get his kiss, which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting...

Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she’d also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.

[In] The Wolves in the Walls, … If the wolves come out of the walls, it’s all over.

Somebody would say, ‘Can you do us an article about big, bodice-ripping, blockbusting romance novels?’ And I’d say, ‘Yes, of course,’ because I was a hungry young journalist.

It’s a weapon, I understand?””In the wrong hands, all tools are weapons. In the right hands, everything is a weapon, or nothing is.

I just want you to know,’ said the girl, coldly, ‘that whoever you are and whatever you intend with me, I shall give you no aid of any kind, nor shall I assist you, and...