Rivers of London tour
Ben Aaronovitch posted maps to the first three Rivers of London books on his blog. A friend and me were able to visit some of the places :-)
Rivers of London (Map)
1. The Actors Church, the first murder scene.
2. and 3. Some of the plaques that Peter got distracted by.
4. and 5. The Folly official home of British magic since 1775. … on the south side of the square where a row of Georgian terraces had survived. They were five storeys high, counting the dormer conversion, with wrought-iron railings defending steep drops into basement flats. The address I wanted had a noticeably grander flight of stairs than its neighbours, leading to double mahogany doors with brass fittings. Carved above the lintel were the words SCIENTIA POTESTAS EST.
6. Russel Square park (and the Folly).
7. Gardens behind the Actors Church. You can see the gate to Bedford Street, where Nightingale was waiting.
8. The cherry tree behind the Actors Church that Peter had an argument with.
9. Bow Street Magistrates Court, where Peter and Nightingale got the ghost warrant.
10. Punch and Judy at Covent Garden.
Moon over Soho: [here]
Whispers Underground: [here]
Broken Homes: [here]
Notes: This is my take on where the places are exactly. Especially the Folly could be a different building, but we decided that for us, this was it. It’s okay if you choose another one ;-). Also, I did not have the books open beside me at all times, I mostly decided what to photograph from memory.
hey you! yes, you.
you should read those books. they not only have beautifully designed covers, but they’re just awesome. if you are into witty, urban fantasy and crime novels that is.
“Just a small one,” said Nightingale.
“So magic is real,” I said. “Which makes you… what?”
“Like Harry Potter?”
Nightingale sighed. “No,” he said, “not like Harry Potter.”
“In what way?”
“I’m not a fictional character,” said Nightingale.
Oh, good. The Fifty Shades movie. I don’t know what I am more excited about seeing realized on film— the romanticized abuse, the uninteresting email banter complete with anguish over winky smilies, or the tampon scene.
Wonder who they cast as her inner goddess.
I might not be attractive, but goddamn, when I love someone, I love them wholeheartedly. I will do everything in my power to make sure they are happy at all times. I will bend over backwards to help them out.
I am loyal, I love fiercely, and I care passionately.
Sometimes I think that’s a weakness, but it’s one I’m proud of.
Sometimes I wonder whether, if I’d been the one that went for coffee and not Lesley May, my life would have been much less interesting and certainly much less dangerous. Could it have been anyone, or was it destiny? When I’m considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, ‘Who knows why the fuck anything happens?’ Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch