Une immersion bien passionnante dans le monde de l'urban fantasy moderne Matthew SWIFT (le sorcier) n'existe que par et pour cette ville (Londres)celle que l'on refuse de voir, celle des rats et des pigeons, des néons, des mendiants, des graffitis, du métro, des sortilèges urbains et donc contem...
There are so many things I could say about this book. Though the second in the series, it's actually the first of the Matthew Swift books I've read - and you can bet I'll be picking up the rest.In many ways, the way that this book reads reminds me strongly of both the Dresden Files and some of Ga...
Legwork. Someone else’s leg, someone else’s work. There’s pros to being management. I sprawled across an ornate curly sofa at the back of an office just below Mr Earle’s and waited. Occasionally people came in. The office doctor who came to check on my stitches, take my blood pressure; the of...
Thirty pence later the womans voice was back. Mr Swift? Still here. Im transferring you now. Thank you. A beep. A long silence. A sigh of distant breath. I found I couldnt speak. After ten trips of my shuddering heart he said, in that familiar, rich voice, Matthew? Mr Bakker,...
It was tucked into a new development of glass and yellow brick, near St Paul’s Cathedral. The staff knew him, and his credit card, and they knew not to ask too many questions. They even avoided looking appalled at my smell, though the receptionist’s eyes watered. The theme of the hotel was purple...
So yeah, I’m Dr Seah. You’d think I’d get bored saying that but, actually, it took like, seven years to get the Doctor part, so really I’m kinda cool with it. Thankfully I don’t want to be a surgeon, because then I’d be a Mister, only obviously I’m a Miss; but you don’t really hear about Miss Sur...
When we got out into the stinking alley outside Lucca’s lodgings at The Wharf, he made me strut up and down a bit until I stopped what he called my ‘cat’s tail promenade’. Truly, I never thought about what I did with my derrière when I was out and about until now, but according to Lucca it seemed...
He held the bundle in his arms a little higher so that I could see it clear. Robbie fretted and wriggled. One hand flailed free from the blanket, clenching uselessly at the air. He screwed up his nutshell face and began to cry, although the sound came as feeble ragged gulps. &nb...
I thought I could hear footsteps in the darkness behind me. I stopped to look down the little alley from which I’d come. No one. The streets of Greenwich were filling with buses, commuters pressed into every window, faces of ...