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The Angel of the Crows The Angel of the Crows by Katherine Addison
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“had scarcely closed the street door behind me when Crow came barreling down the stairs and enveloped me in a hug that seemed like a combination of entanglement in a deck chair and assault by a pack of feather-dusters.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Birds aren’t actually an awfully good analogy. You’d do better to think of us as bees.” “Bees?” said I, taken aback. “Well, we’ve too many limbs to be mammals,” he said reasonably. “And our social structure is much better represented by a hive than by a warren—or even by a rookery. And bees do sing, in a way.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Jokes about vampire landlords were probably as old as London.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“It’s not that he’s a stupid man-he’s brighter than Gregson, for one-but he comes up with a theory and then moves the facts around to match it. The problem is that he’s so frequently correct, he’s gotten out of the habit of imagining that he could be wrong.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“It was some comfort in a most discomforting situation, that apparently no vampire other than James Moriarty could harm me.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Her lip drew back from her upper teeth, making her look even more strikingly ratlike.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I yanked yesterday’s clothes on and followed her into the sitting room where she and Crow were glaring at each other like rival cats.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“We are hunting a convict and a hound from hell is hunting us, as likely as not. I only hope its luck is as bad as ours.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Lestrade has been showing m some of the other letters they’ve been receiving, now that they’ve been idiots and put the idea of writing “Jack the Ripper” letters into everybody’s had, and there a great many people in London I should not like to meet in the East End after midnight.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“There’s nothing wrong with getting them out of this poisonous cloud of fear, whether this particular man is a danger to them or not.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“We spoiled him when he was a little boy and gave him his own way in everything, and he grew up believing the world was a toy for his pleasure and he could do whatever he liked with no consequences.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I fear that none of the Baskervilles have been great readers, although I found an interesting book about the supernatural denizens of the moors, written by a past curate of St. Michael of the Rock. He says there are redcaps in most of the tors and jenny greenteeth in the Grimpen Mire, making the moor an even less pleasant place than I had previously considered it. I defintely should not let Sir Henry go out alone.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I saw nothing but the bleak landscape of Dartmoor, the tors rising like strange castles from the rough and rocky ground.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I stared at Stapleton, who had the oddest expression on his face: anxiety, curiosity, almost pain-I have been wrestling ever since with the question of what it was I saw on Stapleton’s face.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I spend my days walking, learning the grim and austere countryside.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“She is a tall lady, startingly beautiful in a Burne-Jones fashion, with eyes that are not at all dreamy, but are always looking at something in the distance that only she can see. Sir Henry found her unnverving; I rather like her.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I went to bed that night feeeling both weary and alert, which is a dreadful combination.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“The air tasted of fear and rage and something even darker, uglier, something like the smell of her blood on the little man’s hands.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“The smell of blood hit me full in the face, the thick copper reek invading my sinuses, my mouth, blurring my eyes. I knew what was going to happen the instant before it did, but there was nothing I could do. My knees were buckling, my stomach twisted into a sick knot, and I changed.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I can see why James likes you.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“It sounded like a sure recipe for madness.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Watching the pair of you trying not to look at me was more entertainment than I’ve had in weeks.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“She brought me tea and toast and The Times as if everything was normal and there was no vampire in our sitting room.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Guilt calls to ghosts, often more strongly than grief, and any ghost that can move an object can kill a man.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Vampires, unlike angels, do not forget any more than they forgive.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Her voice held a hint of Ireland, worn almost smooth by centuries in England.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“I came out of my bedroom, feeling as if someone had been sticking matches on my eyeballs and found Crow scribbling furious notes to himself on a piece of foolscap.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“We are very bad at making choices. It is a kindness of our Maker to remove that choice from our remit.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“Shepherds watch over their flocks. And angels watch over shepherds.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows
“When I returned to Baker Street; some twenty hours after I had left, I had scarcely closed the street door behind me when Crow came barreling down the stairs and enveloped me in a hug that seemed like a combination of entanglement in a deck chair and assault by a pair of feather dusters.”
Katherine Addison, The Angel of the Crows

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