There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.
Victory zinged through her veins, sweet and bubbly as sarsaparilla, as she gazed upon her first major find as an aspiring detective-veterinarian-artist.
–The League of Beastly Dreadfuls by Holly Grant
With a quick movement, Igraine jumped onto the lion’s mossy paw, clambered from there to its mane, and sat down among the stony locks of hair curling around its muzzle.
–Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke
Toby would have loved living in a hotel—had he been allowed to slide down the banisters, sleep in a different bed every night, and hang around in the kitchen waiting to lick out the cake bowl. But of course he wasn’t allowed to do any of those things.
–The Fish in Room 11 by Heather Dyer
I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?
–The Detective’s Assistant by Kate Hannigan
There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. Sometimes I think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
–Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery
My mother interrupted us by giving me a head of lettuce and the salad spinner and handing my father the spoon to stir the chili. This is because she is a really big fan of the Little Red Hen story. Anyone who expects to eat something in our house should expect to help make it.