"... Without warning the monolithic black moth of an ornithopteron burst through the cloud that covered the city and flapped low over their house, bellowing a hunting call so deep it throbbed in Alfonso's chest. The limelights around the creature's saucer eyes played across the nearby terraces and the liquid steel ribbons of its cirri darted downwards, tasting the air. The downdraft from the creature's colossal wings blew dust and gravel into the eyes of the two men as they ducked into the shadows of Alfonso's studio ..."
"What you saw first were their wings.
They were splayed out, pinned to the scrub grass of the back yard. Looking for all the world like a huge hand had swatted them out of the sky and flattened them there.
I saw an owl, two terns, a couple of bright green parakeets, the sad blue smear of a budgerigar and even a southern royal albatross."
"Nelson had first seen Ronald lying handcuffed in his office earlier that morning, the familiar figure of Inspector John F. Kennedy standing over him.
'I’ve got someone for you,' said Kennedy, his stubby hands toying with a bar of chocolate. 'His name’s Ronald Reagan. The smile inspector team working the cape picked him up. He was in a pretty bad way. It took three of us to bring him in.'"