Philip Reeve, Fever Crumb

"Fever jumped aside just in time to dodge the shower of urine, and stumbled into the path of a religious procession - celebrants in robes and pointed hats whirling and clapping and chanting the name of some old-world prophet, 'Hari, Hari! Hari Potter!'"

"Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night."