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“He’s worried you’ll meet the wrong case before you meet the right girl.”
Which, you know, fair.
“So what is ‘the wrong case’,” I asked. “The one where you go over the line,” said Stefan. “Where the job becomes an obsession and the next thing you know it’s hello bottle and goodbye family.”
“Eliminated,”
Ettersburg??
“I don’t believe other countries give a sausage,”
Countries may not care, Tobias, but rest assured The Nightingale very much DOES.
As police you can live with the violence, the squalor and the stupidity—it’s the waste of people’s futures that really grinds you down.
Magic is generated from various sources, and if not consumed by natural processes—such as location spirits and ghosts—it can behave like a supersaturated solution and new structures can suddenly crystallise out of apparent nothingness.
Sculptor
Staphylos's
looted from Molsberg Castle
Under Napoleon or de Galle?
“We’re looking for the intangible,” I said. “And the problem with the intangible is that it’s pretty bloody hard to get your hands on.”
“Perhaps that’s why the statue of Staphylos was defaced—to prevent an identification.”
Heinrich Brandt, born 1945, who had attacked a statue at the Elector’s castle in Molsberg but was deemed to be mentally incompetent.
Brandt had claimed to have confused the statue for his wife. “Although there was no record of him being married,” I said.
He’d been found orphaned, aged two weeks, in the rubble of his family home after the notorious RAF Christmas raids of 1944 pulverised Trier city centre.
early eighteenth century
I thought it had been the 1770s...?
“Do you know the Strackers that live up on the hill?”
“Aunty Kelly had a boyfriend
The model for Staphyros?
If that wasn’t a potential trigger event then I didn’t know what was.
Heinrich Brandt, statue assailant, had got himself committed for a psychiatric evaluation.
“She owns a substantial share in a winery in California,”
That'll do it...
“I’m sure it’s just a total coincidence,”
You ARE new...
Ziegler
Zeigler = Stephanopolous?
The centre was right at the point where Jörg Koch’s body had been found.
Did Koch serve as some sort of sacrifice?
at the atomic level.
The death of Jörg Koch had triggered a malignancy.
Peter Grant would have put down a marker, I thought. He probably would have used a laser rangefinder to measure the rate of growth in millimetres per hour.
*snicker*
he probably didn’t know I existed.
He's probably got a vague notion that someone LIKE you exists, but he's been a little busy, lately.
an ancestor of Frau Stracker no less,
When did we learn this? Update: first sentence of Morgane's quid pro quo. "You know the Strackers who live up the hill?…"
But there are people, and things that look like people, for whom death is just the beginning of a long career.
laser rangefinder
Probably not a bad plan.
And despite a brief surge of activity following reunification,
I bet.
“He said, ‘Hello, Jacky. Are you going to see your grandfather?’”
Who is this guy, the big bad wolf?
Or had she subconsciously noted something odd?
Yes, Tobi, any woman would have had a bad feeling about it.
Carmela said that the process looked entirely voluntary.”
Genii locorum can make people volunteer to do a lot they wouldn't normally do.
I wished we could also reach out to our counterparts at the Folly, but we’ve yet to get ministerial permission to initiate a contact.
Polizeihauptkommissarin
Stephanopoulos, Seawoll, or a rank somewhere in between, then.
As a result of that thought, I spent the next hour writing a safety protocol for interviewing potential practitioners.
Now, see, if the gov't. would let you talk to the Folly, you'd have been spared the work.
“Well, if you knew how it worked it wouldn’t be magic, would it?” said Vanessa.
Vanessa book now, please.
The best practitioners, the Director once told me, are those that can dream with their eyes open.
Vani is going to be a freaking magical rock star.
beautifully relaxed gait and was so light-footed that he barely disturbed the leaves
Fae for sure.
horns and antlers
Antlers fall off, horns are permanent.
“Where I come from knowing everybody else’s business is a competitive sport,”
*snicker*
The Director had slammed her fist on her desk hard enough to break her coffee cup. “And then what?” she’d asked. “We keep files on them? Or why not make it simple and require them to carry papers or perhaps sew a symbol onto their coats. A scarlet pentagram perhaps. Would that satisfy you?”
Nice to see that at least one person learned SOMEthing.
were tried and hung by the Western allies.
I wonder if Nightingale knows.
Arbeitsgruppe Einhorn,
The Unicorn Working Group? Really?
2005,
Angela Merkel
and we realised history wasn’t quite as dead as we thought it was.
Trust us, Nightingale et al were just as surprised.
“That impromptu picnic after the theatre might have triggered something.
Lutheran pastor
I bet.
