Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

Since being a prisoner was a definite improvement over being dead, which was what she thought was going to happen when the Loundergs had attacked, Suzy was quite cheerful.

Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it.

Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. I’m Arthur Penhaligon, he thought desperately... The crown was wedged tightly upon his head- and Arthur fell silently screaming into darkness.

My parents are going to kill me!" "That seems rather harsh.

Who or what are you? Besides insufferably rude?