It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.
Philip ReeveI still feel, as I did when I was six or seven, that books are simply the best way to experience a story.
Philip ReeveBut boys will be boys, even the ones who are only girls dressed up: That's one of the rules of the world.
Philip ReeveIs it...dead?" asked Tom, his voice all quivery with fright. "A town just ran over him," said Hester. "I shouldn't think he's very well.
Philip Reeve