Lockwood and Co Interior Illustrations
All images are inspired by Jonathan Stroud’s Lockwood and Co: The Screaming Staircase. They are rendered in charcoal, graphite, and black Prismacolor pencil.
Psychical agents carry so many tools and supplies that I found myself wishing for a diagram like this while I was reading. It doesn’t exist, from what I can tell, so I made my own!
“George picked up several of the papers from the desk. I didn’t wait for him to start, but launched right in.
“‘You know what your problem is?” I said. “You’re jealous.’
“George stared. ‘Of what?’
“‘Of me.’
“He gave a harsh guffaw. “Oh sure. You’re fantastic. You’ve just burned down our client’s house. You’re our best assistant yet.’”
-page 122 The Screaming Staircase
“George and Lockwood both turned to me, their backs to the armoire and the mess of scattered clothes. As they began to speak, pale radiance flared across the wall. A figure rose from the floor behind them. I saw thin, thin arms and legs, a dress with orange sunflowers, long blond tresses dissolving into whirling snakes of mist, a contorted face of cold, hard rage…I gave a cry. Both boys whirled around, just as sharp-nailed fingers reached out for their necks…”
-Page 152 The Screaming Staircase.
“With nothing but relief I took the last steps forward and walked out over the edge—
“And hung there, leaning over an abyss of black.
“Something had grasped me, something held me back. Something hauled me back onto the safety of the stones.
“Lockwood: his face haggard, hair disheveled, his overcoat torn and stained. Blood ran down the collar of his shirt. He gripped me tighter around the waist and pulled me to him.
“‘No,” he said into my ear. “No, Lucy. That’s not the way it’s going to be.’”
-page 325 The Screaming Staircase
“A week after our return to London, when we’d slept long and fully recovered from our ordeal, a party was held at 35 Portland Row. It wasn’t a very big party—just the three of us in fact—but that didn’t stop Lockwood & Co. from properly going to town. George ordered in a vast variety of dog hunts from the corner store. I bought some crepe paper streamers and hung them up around the kitchen. And Lockwood returned from a trip to Knightsbridge with two giant wicker baskets, filled with sausage rolls and jellies, pies and cakes, bottles of Coke and ginger ale, and luxuries of all kinds…
“‘Here’s to Combe Carey Hall,’ Lockwood said, riding his glass, ‘and to the success it’s brought us. We got another client today.’
“‘That’s good,’ George said. ‘Unless it’s the cat lady again.’”
-page 373 The Screaming Staircase