The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

Books can be terrible snobs.

Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes.

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon.' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.