I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

You cannot defeat your enemies until you know who they are.

Then why don't you go and ---- yourself.

So it's a coincidence. Just like you said. Two rich parents with two rich kids at the same school. They're both killed in accidents. Why are you so interested?" "Because I don't like coincidence," Blunt replied. "In fact, I don't believe in coincidence. Where some people see coincidence, I see conspiracy. That's my job.

Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.

There's a dream world that we visit sometimes and that's how we found out who we are.

Do you realise how much trouble you're in?" "Perhaps I'll have some Weetabix after all.