Quotes from Angie Sage

You may send as many bills as you wish, Miss Djinn. The nights are drawing in, and I shall take great pleasure in lighting the fire with them.

Doesn't sound much like Dad anyway," grunted Nicko. "No," agreed Marcia. "It was far too polite.

Deluxe version?" asked Gringe. "Deluxe version," agreed Silas. "And no mini-crocodiles?" "No mini-crocodiles.

Alice was nettled.

What would Cassi say?" Dandra muttered to herself. "Letting the girl stay up so late?" She sighed. The honest answer was that Cassi, a free spirit, would have been perfectly happy about it.

DomDaniel had been an arrogant and unpleasant ExtraOrdinary Wizard, completely uninterested in the Castle and the people there who needed his help, pursuing only his desire for extreme power and eternal youth. Or rather, since DomDaniel had taken a while to work it out, eternal middle age.

We don't use our titles when we are among people who understand Magyk. - Septimus Unless they are being very annoying. - Marcia

Eurgh. She had never liked the stuff. Too many dead rats in the bottom of the barrel for her taste.

Wolf Boy thought he wouldn't know one notice from another. And anyway, what was a Quarantine? Wolf Boy imagined a horrible monster,

A bit late, but you know what they say." Beetle hazarded a guess. "You're late? What time do you call this? Where on earth have you been?" Silas looked baffled. "No. Better late than never." Beetle watched Silas Heap head across the Great Hall toward the Sealed lobby and heard one of the guard Wizards demand, "Silas Heap, where on earth have you been?

Petroc Trelawney.

Septimus peered over the side - the marble looked solid once more. "It's Thixotropic ," he said. "It's what ?" said Nicko. "Solid. But goes liquid under pressure." "Don't we all," said Nicko gloomily.

He wondered how sharp Sally's kitchen knives were . . .

Because I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandmother. But

When Jenna asked Marcia what happened when you unscrewed the lid, Marcia told her that the Shield Bug would leap out and defend you until its last breath, or until you managed to catch it and put it back in the jar, which did not usually happen.

I imagine you'll have to wake up Catchpole first, Marcia," Alther commented. "Catchpole's on night duty, Alther. He's been awake all night." "Funny habit he's got, that Catchpole," said Alther pensively, "of snoring while he's awake. You'd think he'd find it irritating, wouldn't you?

Come on, hurry up," Marcia snapped impatiently at the spiral stairs. Taking her at her word, the stairs sped up to double daytime speed,

if she was going to go flapping her ears around the place, she may as well have some decent ears to flap.

now be quiet, I'm going to be sick.

Jenna liked her own company and she loved wandering around the Palace, especially at night when candles cast great shadows across the corridors

Because I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-sgreat-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandmother. But you may call me Grandmama." "Grandmama!" said Jenna, aghast.

Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

So he just sits here staring into his beer.

Marcia looked a little guilty. "Well, I promised your mother when she came to see me that there would be no, er... arguments." … "Wow." - Septimus