Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

Beauty Lures the Stranger More Easily into Danger -Septimus Heap

Things always look better in the morning.

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.

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

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.

Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.