A Scandal in Bohemia

The Man with the Twisted Lip

The Musgrave Ritual

Living Night - Poem by M. R. James

“Sophie sat in a small alcove at the back of the shop, sewing roses to bonnets and veiling to velours, lining all of them with silk and arranging wax fruit and ribbons stylishly on the outsides. She was good at it. She quite liked doing it. But she felt isolated and a little dull.” Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones

“There were horrendous, dramatic, violent quantities of green slime – oodles of it.” Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones