He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

“Crowley was currently doing 110 mph somewhere east of Slough. Nothing about him…”

“All bookshelves are magical.”

“Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island”

“That’s the moon,’ I said.‘Gran likes it like that,’ said Lettie Hempstock.‘But …”