“The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century
or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter.
It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems,
mystics, invading armies.
Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo
plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red.
Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels.
The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks.”
Laini Taylor