Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor #2)

by Jessica Townsend

‘I told Frank to rein himself in, then rein himself in some more, and keep reining it in until he got to what he thought was woefully understated, and then rein it in about ten times more than that.’

‘Lambeth Amara, short-range oracle,’ the woman called out, consulting her paper. ‘Cadence Blackburn, mesmerist. Morrigan Crow, Wundersmith. Francis Fitzwilliam, gastronomist. Mahir Ibrahim, linguist. Anah Kahlo, healer. Thaddea Macleod, fighter. Hawthorne Swift, dragonrider. Archan Tate, pickpocket.’

Finally, with a deep sigh and a hearty roll of her eyes, she added, ‘He pinkie promises. Blech, revolting.’

‘But in the end, I just couldn’t choose between making him drool through the whole thing, speak in a baby voice, or drop his trousers at the end and shout “BAZZY WANT POTTY”.’