Stefan Bachmann, The Peculiar Quotes
He had an image in his mind of a gaggle of long-necked geese, all done up in petticoats and crinolines, sitting around a stuffy parlor and talking about him.
…it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery.
Her voice was loud and cheerful, the way it was when nothing was well and she was determined not to show it.
Feathers fell from the sky. Like black snow, they drifted onto an old city called Bath.
