Location 279:

“Celestial beings… what does that mean?” “Oh, you know. Sky-dwellers. Fancy flying types. Them wot have wings and use ’em.



Location 298:

Morrigan glared at him. “Low-key? You promise?” “I swear to you.” Jupiter held a hand over his heart, solemnly. “I told Frank to rein himself in, then rein himself in some more, and keep reining it in until he got to what he thought was woefully understated, and then rein it in about ten times more than that.” “Yeah, but did he listen?” Her patron scoffed, looking highly offended.



Location 738:

They were both quiet for a moment; then the silence was suddenly broken by three of the other doors flying open at once. Anah Kahlo, Francis Fitzwilliam, and Mahir Ibrahim appeared looking equally dazed and intrigued, adjusting their unfamiliar uniforms. Within moments, they were joined by Thaddea, Archan, Lambeth, and— “How good are these BOOTS?” Hawthorne stomped dramatically onto the platform. He grinned at Morrigan and put his hands on his hips, pushing out his chest. “How cool are these clothes? I can see why you like wearing black. I feel like a SUPERHERO. Don’t you feel like a superhero?” “Not very,” admitted Morrigan. “They should give us capes! Don’t you reckon? Should we ask if they can give us capes?”



Location 879:

“Miss, can we get capes?”



Location 2043:

“I know tomorrow’s Saturday.” Francis glared at him. “Aunt Hester says my knife skills aren’t up to scratch so she’s making me take extra weekend lessons.” Hawthorne gasped. Morrigan had never seen him so affronted as he was by the idea of doing extra schoolwork on the weekend. He seemed to have temporarily lost the capacity for speech.