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
“After that, she talked to flowers a lot. She got Michael to make her a plant-nutrition spell, and she experimented in buckets in the sink, and in tubs in the alcove where she used to trim hats.” Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones
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