Blue to get ready Green to go Yellow to guide you through the snow Orange to warn you that over you’ll go Then red will be the final glow Now seek the black, there’s no going back.

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.

Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

Beauty Lures the Stranger More Easily into Danger -Septimus Heap

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

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

Shouting something didn't make it any more possible.