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.

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

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

Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

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

...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.

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