Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.

Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.

Kim Newman's Anno Dracula is back in print, and we must celebrate. It was the first mash-up of literature, history and vampires, and now, in a world in which vampires are everywhere, it's still the best, and its bite is just as sharp. Compulsory reading, commentary, and mindgame: glorious.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

It’s not that they’re small, the fair folk. Especially not the queen of them all, Mab of the flashing eyes and the slow smile with lips that can conjure your heart under the hills for a hundred years. It’s not that they’re small. It’s that we’re so far away.