You can't just rattle it off like a demented parrot.

the chocolate raisins tasted somewhat fishy, but Lucy didn't care-chocolate was chocolate. She changed her mind however, when she realized that the raisins were tiny fish heads.

You could give us a hand instead of staring into space like a constipated camel," Terry Tarsal rudley broke into Marcia's spinning thoughts.

I really like Septimus Heap. he is my favorite guy in the story. I should make you all read it.

They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.

When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.

He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning.