If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.