"Summon him forth," instructed the Will. "Let justice be meted out. There is much to do, you know, Arthur." "You'd think we could 'ave a cup of tea a… - Garth Nix

"You're sure that we'll find someone suitable here?" "Sure as eggs is eggs," replied Sneezer. "Surer even, eggs not always being what one might expect."

"You mean he's dead too?" asked Suzy. "Yes," said Dusk. "This morning, in his cell. The guards outside were also slain, and only Sir Thursday's boots remained." "Sounds more like he escaped," Suzy said. "His feet were still in the boots," said Dusk.

"Oh, to be a minion," muttered Giac to himself dreamily. "I was a sub-minion."