Mr. Honeyfoot's post-chaise travelled through a world that seemed to contain a much higher proportion of chill grey sky and a much smaller one of solid comfortable earth than was usually the case.
It seemed off that anyone could live behind such a high hedge of thorns, and he began to think it would be no great surprize to discover that Mr. Wyvern had been asleep for a hundred years or so. 'Wel...
In short they felt that they should like to have the pleasure of looking at Lady Pole again, and so they told Sir Walter - rather than asked him - that he missed his wife. He replied that he did not....
I suppose a magician might, he admitted, but a gentleman never could.
I hope you will write occasionally? Some token of your impressions? Oh! I shall not spare you. It is the right of a traveller to vent their frustration at every minor inconvenience by writing of it to...
He shut his mouth again and assumed a supercilious expression; this he wore for the remainder of the night, as if he regularly attended houses where young ladies were raised from the dead and consider...
He knew that there was a world of difference between these two notions: one was sane and the other was not, but he could not for the life of him remember which was which.
He had a very young man's belief in the absolute rightness of his own cause and the absolute wrongness of everyone else's.
For the next hour and a half he tried all the magic he could think of. He cast spells of remembering, spells of finding, spells of awakening, spells to concentrate the mind, spells to dispel nightmare...
Country gentlemen who read in their newspapers the speeches of this or that Minister would mutter to themselves that he was certainly a clever fellow. But the country gentlemen were not made comfortab...
Byron! exclaimed the little man. Really? Dear me! Mad, and a friend of Lord Byron! He sounded as if he did not know which was worse.
Ah, but, sir, said Lascelles, it is precisely by passing judgements upon other people’s work and pointing out their errors that readers can be made to understand your own opinions better. It is the ea...
The argument he was conducting with his neighbor as to whether the English magician had gone mad because he was a magician, or because he was English.
Room was crowded with officers bringing reports or collecting orders, or simply gathering gossip. At one end of the room was a very venerable, ornate and crumbling
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper’s Grave.
Well, surely, you will agree that a great improvement could be made simply by cutting down those trees that crowd about the house so much and darken every room? They grow just as they please – just wh...
There was a tall, sensible man in the room called Thorpe, a gentleman with very little magical learning, but a degree of common sense rare in a magician. He
The King’s Ministers had long treasured a plan to send the enemies of Britain bad dreams. The Foreign Secretary had first proposed it in January 1808 and for over a year Mr Norrell had industriously s...
The Duke of York remarked that King Ferdinand of Spain had sent a letter to the Prince Regent complaining that many parts of his kingdom had been rendered entirely unrecognizable by the English magici...
Mr. Norrell gazed at Strange with an odd expression upon his face as though he would have been glad of a little conversation with him, but had not the least idea how to begin.