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

by Natasha Pulley

Everything since then had been nothing but laps.

but he did not often have business with more than one octopus at a time.

a year and half of weeping over nothing and a brain made of soup in which I can’t work. And then it will happen again with the next child, and then slowly I won’t want to work at all, and I’ll always be soup,

You’ve got the analytical capacity of a dead rabbit.

‘Well then, come down off your high horse and take off your damn armour: you’re clanking,’