'This story makes the dangerous crossing from symbols of ink to the reader's heart in a way indicative of a classic. Unlike so many English fantasies, it is not ashamed to be funny and wild and rumbustious and devilish and romantic…It has a simple grandeur, a complexity which is scarce aware of itself, a ripeness… It grapples with Milton and turns him upside-down, but doesn't steal anything that falls out of his pockets. The difference between this and so many other modern fantasies which imitate and feed off each other is the difference between imagining a man kissing a woman and kissing her yourself…This book, I predict, is destined to become a modern cosmic comedy fantasy classic.' Rhys Hughes, author of Mister Gum

'This story makes the dangerous crossing from symbols of ink to the reader's heart in a way indicative of a classic. Unlike so many English fantasies, it is not ashamed to be funny and wild and rumbustious and devilish and romantic…It has a simple grandeur, a complexity which is scarce aware of itself, a ripeness… It grapples with Milton and turns him upside-down, but doesn't steal anything that falls out of his pockets. The difference between this and so many other modern fantasies which imitate and feed off each other is the difference between imagining a man kissing a woman and kissing her yourself…This book, I predict, is destined to become a modern cosmic comedy fantasy classic.' Rhys Hughes, author of Mister Gum