John: I’m experiencing an odd sensation. I think it might be patriotism.Spitfire: Steady. Too much of that can damage your health.

John Smith: Mankind doesn’t need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honour and valour. Let’s hope that from now on this country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the...

ghost” of a motor vehicle? A public conveyance, presumably, which didn’t head towards the light, move on to join the choir invisible in… bus heaven, the great terminus in the sky, where all good buses...

He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see...

Rumpty!” he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.

The brilliant escape, the funny line to cap it, despite the lack of timing. And the girl was still dead. The last act had not materialised. The world, and himself, remained so far from what...

He’d actually done it! He leaned back into the microphone and whispered to the now silent cave: ‘Come to the Cabaret!

Graveyards were usually, in his team’s experience, a bad idea. This one was full of greenish lights that danced between the graves, and there were a couple of swaying figures, one an emaciated husk with...

You with the tentacles, you’re nicked!

DI Cartwright: The cat is booby trapped? DI Quill: Welcome to my world.