“‘I’m in disguise and running away from my husband’s best friend, who can remember the future,’ she said, because her mind was too full to conjure lies. ‘I’m trying to beat him back to his house now, so that I might steal his clockwork octopus, which runs on random gears.'” […] The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha PulleyThis entry was posted in Reading and tagged Fiction on November 14, 2016 by Sarah Anne Carter