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It was time to replace the handbag, too. The leather on this one was holding up but the lining was beginning to go, and Greta had limited patience regarding the retrieval of items from the mysterious dimension behind the lining itself.
Greta’s patients could largely be classified under the heading of monstrous—in its descriptive, rather than pejorative, sense: vampires, were-creatures, mummies, banshees, ghouls, bogeymen, the occasional arthritic barrow-wight.
Let’s just say I used to be a demon and leave it at that? Long, long, utterly uninteresting story.”
the unearthly lambence of Cerenkov radiation, a cyan halo thrown by radioactive material underwater;
Cranswell thought he recognized them as Sobranie Cocktails, and wondered half-hysterically if Sobranie of London was aware of this particular celebrity patron. “I
people are willing to overlook all kinds of eccentricities if you present them with enough money.
useful to know if you ever happen to become disgustingly rich.”
Cranswell was sitting cross-legged on the floor in a drift of wrappings and boxes, playing with Ruthven’s new phone. Both he and Greta were wearing the clothes Ruthven had bought to replace their ruined things, and all in all she had to admit there was a very Christmas-morning feel to the air.
