The Watchmaker of Filigree Street (Watchmaker of Filigree Street, #1)

by Natasha Pulley

He was older; even if they had all been the same age, he would still have been older.

Everybody, professors and students and Proctors the same, knew that if the sign said ‘do not walk on the grass’, one hopped. Anybody who didn’t had failed to understand what Oxford was.

He had been pleased about that when he heard, then horrified to be pleased, because being pleased with something so boring meant that without noticing, at no particular point that he could see, he had shrunk to fit the job.

Science had to have some mystery, otherwise everyone would find out how simple it was.

Your science can save a man’s life, but imagination makes it worth living.

The safest way to success is to write according to the capacity of the stupidest member of the audience.