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The magical tradition I belong to exists in the gap between the observable universe and the rational clockwork creation of the Enlightenment. There’s this power. We don’t know where it comes from or why it follows the rules it does, but it definitely exists and there are definite ways to manipulate it. Further advances in science have done little to help our understanding, except to add a growing temptation to attach the word “quantum” to everything.
whirl of salt spray, hot sun and a terrifying sensation of smothering as if I’d been wrapped in fish guts.
he’d been proceeding at an unsafe speed in a built-up area.
Yeah, but Nightingale ALWAYS proceeds at an unsafe speed, built-up area or not.
like hairdressers, kebab shops and retail banks.
And actual laundromats. Don't forget them.
multiple shell companies are vital to modern business,”
Only if you want to dodge taxes. *eyeroll*
Russian Military Intelligence,
Eep!
GCHQ
Global crimes?
FA,”
Fuck all?
“GCHQ have some mad theory that they’re going to try and influence public opinion in the West,”
HAHAHAHAHAHASOB.
that’s what we thought right up until you phoned us.”
"Yeah, we get that a lot."
how we knew this,
I wonder if the nice Soviet witch is still living at the Folly...
didn’t disturb Foxglove. You could pick her pockets when she’s painting and she wouldn’t notice.
And some of us shudder to think of the response if you DID manage to disturb her.
I was somewhat slapdash when I trained you in the basics.”
Well, to be fair, circumstances were more than a little pressing.
nobody who wanted to learn.
Or nobody who wanted to offer up their baby boys to the possibility of another Ettersburg.
My own training had been hurried, on the job, and mostly focused on keeping me alive long enough to make sergeant.
See prev. "pressing circumstances".
under Molly’s bed.
Safest. Safe. EVER.
“The Stephanopoulos?”
Hee. Our Miriam is THE Stephanopoulos .
I was dying to ask how her visit to see her fiancé’s family had gone,
Peter is SUCH a little old woman.
MRI.
...and how they explain wanting that is something I'd like to know...
‘It talks to you but nothing is ever logged.’
If you code or know coders it does, and its creepy as all hell.
Tyrel Johnson lived in a 1930s semi in Roehampton that had six bedrooms, two bathrooms and more mock Tudor than an episode of Blackadder II.
Because I’m an idiot.
Bless.
even non-practitioners were creeped out.
