The city streets were practically deserted. A bitter grey fog that tasted of smoke and tar hung over London. The City shopkeepers had heaped coals upon their fires and lit every lamp they possessed in a vain attempt to dispel the dark and the cold, but today their bow window cast no cheerful glow into the streets: the light could not penetrate the fog.
Suzanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (via quoteshelf)