Q: Is there a story behind the street "Killington Way"?
A: Behind it? No. But it is built on top of an ancient evil burial ground, which is built on top of an even ancienter evil Aztec sacrificial altar, which is built on top of a demonized Viking shipyard, which is built on top of a wicked wizard's pizza palace, which is built on top of a leviathan preschool, which is built on top of- LOOK, JUST DON'T DRIVE DOWN THE ROAD!
Redlitch: You think of witches meeting on a blasted heath, don't you?
Shep: I don't think I think of their meeting at all.
Gillian: Where do they meet? Do you know?
Redlitch: Sure, I know. One of their main places is up in Harlem. It's an old vaudeville house. There's another down in the Village. And sometimes they have them in a suite of offices on the top of the Woolworth Building. You'd be amazed what's going on under your nose that you'd never suspect. Talk about spy-rings and organized vice — they're nothing compared to it.
Shep: I don't think I think of their meeting at all.
Gillian: Where do they meet? Do you know?
Redlitch: Sure, I know. One of their main places is up in Harlem. It's an old vaudeville house. There's another down in the Village. And sometimes they have them in a suite of offices on the top of the Woolworth Building. You'd be amazed what's going on under your nose that you'd never suspect. Talk about spy-rings and organized vice — they're nothing compared to it.
Singer: He's a magical pony flying through the sky on a whirlwind adventure...
Military Officer: Shoot it down.
[pony is killed by a rocket launcher]
Military Officer: Shoot it down.
[pony is killed by a rocket launcher]
[Strange is handed a card with "Shambala" written on it]
Stephen Strange: Well what's this, my mantra?
Mordo: It's the wi-fi password. We're not savages.
Stephen Strange: Well what's this, my mantra?
Mordo: It's the wi-fi password. We're not savages.
Peter Parker: What's this guy's deal?
There were wizards in New York City, nearly everywhere. War mages, who changed history over games of speed chess. Chronomancers who stole seconds from the subway trains. And the city built on dreams was rife was Onieromancers channeling desires between sleep and waking. Even the wizard who had set the curse on Sweeney looked out over the speed and traffic of the city as he spoke his spells, shiftings and transformations, covering one thing in some other's borrowed skin, whether they will or no.
—Painted Birds And Shivered Bones, by Kat Howard
"It's just you're the only guy now walking around without a magic wand up his ass. I got vampires in West Hollywood, salamanders coming out of the fire hydrants in Santa Monica, black rain, red rain, hail the size of your fist."
—Morris Bradbury, Cast a Deadly Spell
"Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?"
—Winston Zeddemore, Ghostbusters (1984)
So what is London? he thought. If you can be what you are, what's London? What's the world? I've had it all wrong. Do werewolves and trolls lurk under bridges in the parks?
