“English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.”

“You're...a demon hunter?''It's not as exciting as it sounds,' he said. 'There is a surprising amount of paperwork involved.”

“I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.”

“I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.”

“The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts...nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.”

“It was fine," I said stiffly. "We played Mouse Trap.""Is that what they're calling it these days?" she asked, throwing me a terrible grin. "I have to go give Rachel a quick bath. Feel free to make yourself some cocoa or whatever you like!" She stopped short of adding "...future child-bride of my only son.”

“It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.”