In addition, Master Twinkle seems convinced that someone is denying him a pair of stripey trousers.

Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.

Things are going round and round in my head--or maybe my head is going round and round in things.

SAGE. A wise and Holy man who died a long time ago. No one modern qualifies.

Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you.

Settle for what you can get, but first ask for the World.

Really, these wizards! You'd think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it?" she asked, hobbling through the bedroom door onto the filthy carpet. "I'm dying of boredom," Howl said pathetically. "Or maybe just dying.