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

That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don't have anyone to talk to and it serves you right.

Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

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

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

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

There's no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn't dare.