Curse Hermes and his multi-vitamins!

Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!

Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger." "Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you." "Sparky?

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.

Big brothers are the ones who are supposed to pull their punches. Little sisters—well, we should be able to hit as hard as we like, shouldn’t we?

Stop!" he yelled at the others. "Multigrain fighting is not allowed!

It is true that I once refused to eat haggis in Scotland and this did not sit well with the local population.