Nim handed me a mug of tea. I took a sip and it was just how I like it, strong and sweet. If you added psychotic and emotionally unavailable to that, it would also cover my taste in women.

He was wearing a gleaming cream-coloured linen suit, and a Panama hat. The weirdest thing about this was that he was not the most outlandish-looking person in the room by a long way. Not that Little Miss Dresses-Like-Bogart over here has a right to complain

I really needed to stop getting into bed with random supernatural entities. I also really needed to start picking metaphors that didn't have a sexual undertone.

When you say together . . .""It'll help if I'm close to you physically." "I bet you say that to all the girls.