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465 pages, Paperback
First published October 25, 2012



"Along with a bleeding druid, a wailing vampire, a toothpaste-addicted goblin, a gourmet troll and a socially inhibited banshee, not to mention there's this confused sorcerer who is not as much use as he should be, plus there's a hundred pigeons to round up. And if that weren't enough, my social life is a mess, my job prospects are nil, and I haven't got a boyfriend."From a quick glance at the reviews, I seem to be in the minority in liking Stray Souls as much or more than the Matthew Swift books, and the difference of tone seems to be a major flaw for many readers. The book still involves a relentless killer stalking the streets, but for once, the adventure isn't littered with the bodies of dead comrades (dead yes, comrades no). As someone who dislikes reading books in which the characters that I have emotionally invested in die horrific deaths, if someone has to die, I strongly prefer redshirts. Personally, I think Griffin has hit her stride: the less intense human tragedy better matches the whimsicality and creativity of the world that she creates.
"'Is that something to do with us, Mr Swift?'
'You know, Mrs Rafaat, I think it might be.'
'But all that glass! That's going to cost a fortune to replace.'
'That's what makes me think it might be something to do with us.'
'Do you think everyone is all right?'
'Well, personally I find massive symptoms of architectural destruction a rather positive indication.'
'That's because you're incompetent, sorcerer.'"
"'You know that thing where the guy gets injured, heroically fighting off monsters and that? And then he gets all romantically feverish and kind of sexily sweaty and stuff? And then there's this girl who sits by him and mops his brow with cold water? I can't be having any of that. I just don't see how it makes any sense, because you know how the girl is usually 'Do I care?' at the start, and by the end is 'Wow I love this guy, he's needy?' I've never seen why I should come over all vapid for needy. Or, in fact, why sweaty is sexy. Sweaty smells.'"
no one else will ever get it, and ... you'll always know how much bigger everything is. You can try and explain it, but you can't, because you're a shaman, and they ain't.And when Sharon does the "shaman walk," moving perfectly in rhythm with the city, she becomes invisible, not because she disappears but because when people look at her they see only the city.
She could smell the beer-soaked breath of the man who'd left his mark in this place, hear the footsteps of the beggar looking for a place from the cold, the laughter of children playing hide and seek in the park at the end of the alley, smell the coal smoke that had once burned in the chimney stacks of Clerkenwell, see the footsteps that stretched out impossibly behind Sammy, a great long journey at his back, still not complete, and she thought she saw a flash of brilliance as Dez flickered across the surface of her mind, her spirit guide winking lewdly as he passed, and when she looked at the man called Matthew Swift she saw...
feet shuffle lonely on cold street too far too far too far
splash! bus tyres through the puddle sheet of water drenching the passser-by
help us
aerial bum with TV signal
window rustle with feedback noise
we be light we be life we be fire!
hooooowwwwlllll!
come be we and be free
blood in the stones
...everything.