Toads are to dragons what carrots are to unicorns.

I was therefore forced to draw the only possible conclusion; I was going to be heinously murdered.

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

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.