The Spire.

“That’s the Moonlight Sonata humming in the fillings of my teeth. That’s the cries of the dissolution that crow beneath the jaunty Ska beat. That's history writhing beneath us like the biblical Beast. Watch the mystery play as we play it today, take another slug of the hard stuff. It burns as the Christchurch had in the shadow of the Heinkel He.”

Lady Godiva Strikes Again!

“The woman on the black sands was both alone and amongst an entire legion, her myth rode along beside her as she had been as a child, who in turn stood hand in hand with the woman as she had been on her wedding day, whilst others glittered a strange silver and others soared high above in the cloudless sky. Each and every possible outcome for that woman was there, together as one. The feather had yet to fall.”