how does she know it's the right room?' wondered Descant. Oh, I don't know; mabye it's the magical red glow coming from the doorway, or perhaps it's the deafening howl of the temporal winds.' said Mervall. Descant nodded.'You could be right, brother. And don't think I don't know sarcasm when I hear it.
Eoin ColferOrion nodded, then asked, โDwarf cheese?โ โCheese made by dwarfs.โ โOh,โ said Orion, relieved. โThey make it. Itโs not actually . . .โ โNo. What a horrible thought.โ โExactly.
Eoin ColferDon't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?
Eoin Colfer