“After the shitstorm of the last few days, he needed people, flash, normalcy. All of the things he usually hated about London—posh types pushing through the crowds, herds of ASBOs kids screeching into their mobiles, tourists blocking entire swaths of the pavement to snap photos of what, exactly, he wasn’t sure—now made him feel like he could finally lower his shoulders from his ears and relax for a few breaths. It was hard for a demon or a sorcerer to blend in among so many mundane types. With s...o much metal and technology, it was a dead spot for Fae as well. He was just another plonker shuffling past the wafer-thin girls going in and out of Topshop, just another middle-aged bloke paging through the New Releases rack at HMV while a pudgy employee half his age rolled his eyes at Jack’s leather from behind his ironic glasses. Jack walked as far as Tottenham Court Road, where he turned from Oxford Street to Bloomsbury Street and the honking, glittering, bleeping commerce turned into refined flats and posh antique shops.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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