Loving Ordinary Monsters. What a book. There is nothing ordinary about its monsters. That said, great title!

Chapter Six: Waking the Litch

Mr. Coulton takes Charlie, the newest talent, to the Cairndale Institute.

“London’s a right stew of folk. I seen every kind there. Oh, I don’t mean just the Cathays and the Moors and the like. I mean card sharps and cutthroats and pickpockets what’ll take a piece off you without your even feeling it. Aye. Heart of the bloody world, it is. And every bloody one of them is free to come and go as they please.”

. . . . . And so, when they arrived at St. Pancras Station, in a roar of steam and smoke, Charlie stepped down and looked all around in amazement.

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