Quotes from Angie Sage

Aunt Zelda," Jenna said gently. "You know there should be three bowls in the bag? Do you know where the other one is?" Aunt Zelda sighed. "The Marsh Python ate it," she said.

the mist felt oddly purposeful, as though it were on its way to an appointment.

Septimus! Oh, Septimus!" Marcia hurled herself toward Septimus and enveloped him in her cloak. "You're alive. I thought… I thought you were dead. I thought you'd fallen…" "Me too," said Septimus, holding on to Marcia. "Me too.

As ExtraOrdinary Wizard I am supposed to be mean," Septimus replied with a smile. "It's part of the job description.

Once she was safely in the Unstable Potions and Partikular Poisons cupboard,

Midday already. As if it isn't enough that I have to put up with a meddling Alchemist - any minute now there will be a meddling Princess at my door declaiming from that wretched book with its tiddly-squiddly type, which is the bane of every ExtraOrdinary Wizard's life. - Marcia

I don't want to lose my Apprentice. More than that, Septimus, I don't want to lose you. - Marcia

Marissa's head appeared at the window. "Okay, this is a bit yucky," she said, "but it has to be done." She poked her head back through the window and kissed Jenna. Jenna leaped back in surprise. "Told you it was lucky." Marissa grinned. "But you're a witch now.

Where do you live, Kaznim?" "In the star tent beside the Moon Pool, beneath the long dune." Marwick looked puzzled. "So, where's that?" he asked. "Um. In the desert," said Kaznim. "The Desert of the Singing Sands." "OK... and whereabouts is that." Kaznim shook her head. "I ... I don't know.

A little belief in something always helps.

Boss has bloomin' gone," he said. Then, suddenly noticing Tod, he said, "Begging your pardon, Apprentice. What I mean to say is that unfortunately, Madam Marcia has left.

Septimus longed for a glimpse of Marcia. He wanted to see her face at the window, to know that she was all right... He longed to tell her that there was still hope. "Hold on as long as you can. Don't give up. Please don't give up.

Marcia,' zei hij heel ernstig. 'Er is iets wat je goed moet begrijpen. Níémand is bij machte een Leerling terug te halen van de Queeste.' 'Kletskoek', zei Marcia.

From her pocket Karamander took a vial of black liquid labelled: "Headbanger. Maximum strength." With a long pipette she dropped the liquid into Oraton-Marr's mouth, then she held his nose closed until he swallowed it... "He is asleep. He will sleep for seven days. And when he wakes he will have the worst headache imaginable. I have something that will cure it if he wishes to ask me. But he will have to come to me in person and ask very, very nicely indeed.

Sometimes when you solve one Mystery, you find another one lurking underneath - a hidden Mystery that you did not suspect at all.

Do you have a Boggart?" she asked Broda. Broda looked surprised. "You want a Boggart?

De eend was boos. Ze keerde tante Zelda heel opzettelijk de rug toe en streek haar veren glad. Tante Zelda bukte zich en aaide haar. 'Ik wil jullie voorstellen aan mijn kat, Bert,' zei ze.

Marcia verwachtte Silas terug met haar Beschermring. Jenna en Nicko verwachtten een bericht van Silas. Maxie verwachtte zijn ontbijt. Jongen 412 verwachtte moeilijkheden.

Wat ik bedoel,' zei Marcia in een poging het uit te leggen, 'is dat ik nog nooit eerder iemand heb gevonden die ook maar een sprankje Magiek had, maar jij hebt het... Wat denk je, wil je mijn Leerling worden?... Ik verzoek je om erover na te denken,' zei Marcia op zachtere toon.

Methinks thou art a Laggard with the Truth, Marcellus. Thou wert always a deceitful child.

The round-faced nun turned her twinkling eyes to Silas and said in a soft lilting voice, "He's quite a lad, your boy, isn't he? He knows what he wants, and isn't afraid of going out to get it.

Gringe found out and tipped off the Custodian Guards. He no more wanted his daughter to marry a Heap than you wanted Simon to marry a Gringe. The Guards stormed the chapel, sent the distraught lass home and took Simon away.

The self-defence class was a mixed bunch, chosen because each had once been in mortal danger.

The Rat Office was at the top of the East Gate Lookout Tower. Stanley took the quick route, running along the top of the Castle wall, over The Hole in the Wall Tavern, which even Stanley did not know existed. The rat quickly reached the Lookout Tower and scurried into a large drainpipe that ran up the side. Soon he emerged at the top, jumped onto the parapet and knocked on the door of a small hut bearing the