Wells, being busy with other things, couldn't take Arithon to his daughter's house for the warding thereof. He could, however, set the fellow on the right course without disrupting his day's activities too much. It's not far to Philippa's house, after all, and the route is fairly straightforward.

The prospect of walking about London was just a bit daunting. On a day as hot as this, the smells- all the smells- were potentially overwhelming. Wells told himself he wasn't going to be out among them long; as soon as his objective was achieved, he could turn around and go home. And ah, there- even after two years' absence, the shop he remembered ( Read more... )

The streets of London are busy, like always, but at this time of day there's something of a lull. A body could get through the streets on a bicycle easily without too great a risk of death, save from the inevitable mad taxi driver. And they're all mad in this part of town, not far from where Annie and Harry Wells officially live (even if they're ( Read more... )