Lockwood & Co.

Stroud: wow this is getting boring

Fittes: Can you describe your most recent leadership role?

'What I mean is, he's not walking free at all,' Lockwood went on. 'He's going to be charged, found guilty, and go to prison, which serves him right. Meanwhile, so what that he's got strange eyes? George's are pretty odd too, and we don't hold it against him.'    'Thanks for that,' George said. 'I thought they were my best feature.'    'They are--that's the tragedy of it.'

George hesitated, then took the cone and popped it in his pocket. 'There,' he said. 'Nicely out of sight. I say it's a crime to refuse free food.'

'If we can solve this old case,' he said, 'if we can uncover the murderer and get justice for the girl, it'll be brilliant publicity. It'll totally offset the fact we burned that woman's house down.'

Lucy: Did you eat all the powdered buns?

Lockwood, clutching his bloody wound: Lucy, if I die...

‘See anything, Quill?’ That was Lockwood, dark hair hanging over his face. He picked with his penknife at a gap between the flagstones.    Kipps lit an oil lamp, tilting the shutters so that the light stayed low. ‘With you in that position, I’ve seen plenty. Particularly when Cubbins hoves into view. It’s like watching a beluga swimming by.’

My name is Lucy Joan Carlyle. I talk with the living and the dead, and it sometimes gets so’s I can’t tell the difference any more.

Hi i've been a huge fan of the books for a long time and decided to join yhr tumblr fandom. Any lockwood blog recommendations?