Great sense of atmosphere. Gas-lamp spooky London-perfect for a thriller
5 am. Gracechurch Avenue’s lampposts had managed to slightly chase away the darkness left by the night, but it still refused to give way to the rising dawn. The temperature was freezing cold, and the grey-bluish night mist seemed to absorb the lampposts’ dim orange light.
Had he not known what time it was, John could have sworn it was still the middle of the night, rather than morning. The sun was a late riser in London these days, as if she was aching for a lie-in herself, preferring th. . .
5 am. Gracechurch Avenue’s lampposts had managed to slightly chase away the darkness left by the night, but it still refused to give way to the rising dawn. The temperature was freezing cold, and the grey-bluish night mist seemed to absorb the lampposts’ dim orange light.
Had he not known what time it was, John could have sworn it was still the middle of the night, rather than morning. The sun was a late riser in London these days, as if she was aching for a lie-in herself, preferring th. . .
