It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, not uncomfortably, but without respect;

“I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everyth…”

“We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're…”

“It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a doz…”

“An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.”