Cieli, pensò Old Bailey con una sorta di compiacimento. Mai due di essi uguali.

“Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are." The bird turned, hea…”

“It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.”

“Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographer…”

“Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. …”