Dragon Rider

Oh, putrid puffballs! Stop winding us all up like this or I’ll tie a knot in your tail!

If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher.

No one saw firedrake as he made his escape along the canal.

Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?

What terrible human presumption it is to catch other living creatures and hold them captive!

The Dragon-fire!" cried Twigleg, "I read about it in that book. The book the professor gave you. It can--" "It can turn enchanted creatures back into their real shapes," said Barnabas Greenbloom, looking thoughtfully up at the sky, "Yes, so they say. But what makes you think those are enchanted ravens, my dear Twigleg?" "I...I..." Twigleg sensed Sorrel looking at him distrustfully. He made haste to climb back on Ben's shoulder. But the boy, too, was looking at him curiously. "Yes, what makes you think so, Twigleg?" he asked. "Is it just their red eyes.” "Exactly!" cried the homunculus, in relief. "Their red eyes. Precisely. Everyone knows that enchanted creatures have red eyes." "Really?" Vita Greenbloom looked at her husband. "Have you ever heard such a thing, Barnabas?" The professor shook his head. "You have red eyes yourself," growled Sorrel, looking at the manikin. "Of course I do!" Twigleg snapped back at her. "A homunculus is an enchanted creature, right?