Titan Books

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.

“I’ll watch my ass, you watch the crowd.”

realized if you love what you do, it’ll never be work.

So I fell in love with m

Grey for the magic-less city.

Red, for the healthy empire.

White, for the starving world.

traveled, someone invariably told him that he smelled like freshly cut

that he smelled like freshly cut flowers. Some said tulips. Others stargazers. Chrysanthemums. Peonies. To the king of England, it was always roses.

He could smell Grey London (smoke) and White London (blood), but to him, Red London simply smelled like home.

“A coin is a coin, Your Majesty.”

Not so and you know it,” grumbled the old king. “Turn out your pockets.”

Kell sighed. “You’ll get me in trouble.”

“Come, come,” said the king. “Our little secret.”

Magic made things simple.