Um, Dues ex machina anyone?

He could still see the dragon just fine. It was about sixty feet long, snout to tail, its body made of interlocking bronze plates. Its claws were the size of butcher knives, and its mouth was lined with hundreds of dagger-sharp metal teeth. Steam came out of its nostrils. It snarled like a chain saw cutting through a tree.

What’s the point of being a magician if you can’t wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?

Spontaneous combustion IS a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

My modus operandi hasn't really changed that much from when I was an English teacher. I wanted my students to leave my classroom loving reading and wanting to read more, and if they left my classroom thinking that reading is boring, then I haven't done my job.