Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.
Diana Wynne JonesThere were horrendous, dramatic, violent quantities of green slimeโoodles of it. It covered Howl completely. It draped his head and shoulders in sticky dollops, heaping on his knees and hands, trickling in glops down his legs, and dripping off the stool in sticky strands. It was in oozing ponds and crawling pools over most of the floor. Long fingers of it had crept into the hearth. It smelled vile.
Diana Wynne JonesDonโt interrupt,โ one of the boys said. โHeโll lose his life.โ Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.
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