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Agnus Mills & The Flying Potato
"The poor boy was never meant to be named Agnus. His parents had always meant to call him Angus (which Agnus privately thought wasn’t much better), but his father had filled out the birth certificate wrong. Agnus couldn’t really blame him—his parents had once shown him a video of his own birth, and it made even him feel a bit faint, watching it years later in the safety of his own living room. Experiencing it at the time and in person had left his father needing to go lie down in a quiet room for a while to keep from passing out."
Agnus Mills has one big problem in life—the fact that he is named Agnus Mills. That is, until a real life wizard moves in next door and Agnus becomes the unexpected owner of the world's very first flying potato. Before long, he's neck deep in wizards, shape-changers, strange new friends, and strawberry-flavored Jello. Can the marvelous flying potato possibly get Agnus out of all the trouble it gets him into?
"The poor boy was never meant to be named Agnus. His parents had always meant to call him Angus (which Agnus privately thought wasn’t much better), but his father had filled out the birth certificate wrong. Agnus couldn’t really blame him—his parents had once shown him a video of his own birth, and it made even him feel a bit faint, watching it years later in the safety of his own living room. Experiencing it at the time and in person had left his father needing to go lie down in a quiet room for a while to keep from passing out."
Agnus Mills has one big problem in life—the fact that he is named Agnus Mills. That is, until a real life wizard moves in next door and Agnus becomes the unexpected owner of the world's very first flying potato. Before long, he's neck deep in wizards, shape-changers, strange new friends, and strawberry-flavored Jello. Can the marvelous flying potato possibly get Agnus out of all the trouble it gets him into?
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Agnus Mills & The Werebook
"Agnus had been staring out the window at the snow-covered trees and the white rooftops scattering toward the cloud-ridden horizon. Which was why he'd seen the huge cloud of bright green smoke billowing into the frozen air a few blocks away. Which was why it had suddenly become much more important that school should end really soon so that Agnus could get home and make sure his next-door neighbor and friend, Armandillo Qus, hadn't finally managed to blow himself up with one of his magical experiments."
"Agnus had been staring out the window at the snow-covered trees and the white rooftops scattering toward the cloud-ridden horizon. Which was why he'd seen the huge cloud of bright green smoke billowing into the frozen air a few blocks away. Which was why it had suddenly become much more important that school should end really soon so that Agnus could get home and make sure his next-door neighbor and friend, Armandillo Qus, hadn't finally managed to blow himself up with one of his magical experiments."
Charlatan
"The dark figure crept through the gloom of the grimy alley, silent as a spectre. The hem of a long coat swirled inches above the damp pavement, whispering around the tops of black leather boots as they stalked in the darkness. Their owner privately thought sometimes that the wide-brimmed black hat might be overdoing it, but it was either this or some kind of Lone Ranger mask, and he refused to sink to that level."
"The dark figure crept through the gloom of the grimy alley, silent as a spectre. The hem of a long coat swirled inches above the damp pavement, whispering around the tops of black leather boots as they stalked in the darkness. Their owner privately thought sometimes that the wide-brimmed black hat might be overdoing it, but it was either this or some kind of Lone Ranger mask, and he refused to sink to that level."
The Taste of Light
"Judith stared at the small, plastic case, her mind utterly blank for a long moment. She didn’t know how to react. All that time waiting and she’d never thought about how to react. She stood up, put the case down, picked it up again, spun around once, and bit her lip. She was going to be a mother! She was so happy she could scream and so frightened she could cry and so worried she could chew a hole in the bathroom rug. Maybe not the bathroom rug, she amended that thought. Maybe the living room rug. It seemed more hygienic somehow. And she’d never really liked the color of the living room rug anyway."
"Judith stared at the small, plastic case, her mind utterly blank for a long moment. She didn’t know how to react. All that time waiting and she’d never thought about how to react. She stood up, put the case down, picked it up again, spun around once, and bit her lip. She was going to be a mother! She was so happy she could scream and so frightened she could cry and so worried she could chew a hole in the bathroom rug. Maybe not the bathroom rug, she amended that thought. Maybe the living room rug. It seemed more hygienic somehow. And she’d never really liked the color of the living room rug anyway."
Silence in Heaven
"There were shouts in the passageway, the tramp of booted feet running over richly carpeted floors. Mathone Alryn Danair Handor, King of Torvoth, roused from deep slumber at the hand gently shaking his arm. His opening eyes blurred, slid sideways, and finally focused on the sharp, frightened face of his queen of three months, Aoeva Dacheli Handor. Seeing him awake, she stopped shaking him, pushed frosted blonde hair back from her face, and turned her ice-blue eyes anxiously toward the door."
"There were shouts in the passageway, the tramp of booted feet running over richly carpeted floors. Mathone Alryn Danair Handor, King of Torvoth, roused from deep slumber at the hand gently shaking his arm. His opening eyes blurred, slid sideways, and finally focused on the sharp, frightened face of his queen of three months, Aoeva Dacheli Handor. Seeing him awake, she stopped shaking him, pushed frosted blonde hair back from her face, and turned her ice-blue eyes anxiously toward the door."
Ravenhurst
"It was sometime after she turned twenty--she could never be sure exactly when it started, it grew so gradually--that the night began to follow her."
"It was sometime after she turned twenty--she could never be sure exactly when it started, it grew so gradually--that the night began to follow her."