London-Under-the-Flood keeps creeping up behind me and cackling. Which is only mildly more unnerving than my usual muses, but...

These three only worry me because I know this thing will eat my brain far worse than The Flowering of the May did. I still haven't worked out how it all fits together - I've just got odd characters and bits of a refigured London. Even working out where the rivers should go is a fairly daunting task (I'm fairly confident about the Fleet, because I used to work not far from what should have been its banks - took me ages to twig why there was a big dip and a bridge between Holborn and the City)

Poor Rhys. I don't think I ever got round to mentioning his eyebrows in FotM