“ His rapier was at his belt, glittering as he swung. He reached down, ripped the sword clear. I jumped over a slashing frond of plasm, spun round with the water bottle in my hand. I hurled it across to… Jonathan Stroud
“ If anyone else asked that question, O He Who Is Terrible and Great, I would have said they were an ignorant fool; in you it is a sign of the disarming simplicity which is the fount of all virtue. Jonathan Stroud
“ And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened. Jonathan Stroud
“ Ah, two firm friends, reunited at last! There should be sweet violin music playing for us, but I'll settle for the screams of the dying. Jonathan Stroud
“ Check out that one at the end. He's taken the form of a footstool. Weird...but somehow I like his style.""That is a footstool. Jonathan Stroud
“ Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan. Jonathan Stroud
