Susanna Clarke

Bright yellow leaves flowed swiftly upon the dark, almost-black water, making patterns as they went. To Mr. Segundus the patterns looked a little like magical writing. ‘But then,’ he thought, ‘So many things do.

Bright yellow leaves flowed swiftly upon the dark, almost-black water, making patterns as they went. To Mr. Segundus the patterns looked a little like magical writing. ‘But then,’ he thought, ‘So many things do.

– Susanna Clarke –

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

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