His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say.
It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day – only the shadows were rather confusing.
Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sort of Giants are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grace as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from.
The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.
No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten PM on the second Saturdays.
For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.
A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined.
And there we all were, as invisible as you could wish to see.
And that’s why, gentleman, if your little girl doesn’t come up to scratch, it will be our painful duty to cut all your throats. Merely in a way of business, as you might say, and no offense, I hope.
Oh, Lor!? said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name was unfortunately Eustace Scrubb but he wasn’t a bad sort.
If you thirst you may drink.
And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
I’m a beast, I am, and a Badger what’s more. We don’t change. We hold on.
And the Prince stared at her like a man out of his wits.
No more I do, your Majesty. But what’s that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.
You’re a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don’t come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!
Puddleglum’s my name. But it doesn’t matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.
They stormed and jeered at one another in long meaningless words of about twenty syllables each.
And there’s one thing about this underground work, we shan’t get any rain.
You see, Aslan didn’t tell Pole what would happen. He only told her what to do. That fellow will be the death of us once he’s up, I shouldn’t wonder. But that doesn’t let us off following the signs. – The Silver Chair.