Ness Kingsley

“Toads are to dragons what carrots are to unicorns.”

“I hope so,” grumbled Ian. “I’m going to look for another one of ‘em winged dogs for Mabel.”

“If someone begins to sing, do not maintain eye contact. The general advice given to fellow travellers is thus: leg it.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” said the Hooded Person of Unknown Gender. “Are you really here to slay a dragon?”“Yes! Why else would I be so far from home?”“Sightseeing?” suggested the Female.”

“Instead she looked very hard at the woman's chin. On it was a single white hair - visible even in the heavy dusk - that closely resembled a piece of thread hanging off a scrap of fabric. The woman forgot about Rusty for a moment. "I call her Hephzibah," she said with pride. "It's taken years for her to grow.”