“Then there's no point in our being logical, is there?" said Jonathan... "What do you mean?" said Lewis and Mrs. Zimmerman at the same time. "I mean," he said patiently, "that we're no good at that sort of game. Our… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“On a shelf over the experiment table there was the inevitable skull, which the wizard put their to remind him of death, though it… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“Then there's no point in our being logical, is there?" said Jonathan... "What do you mean?" said Lewis and Mrs. Zimmerman at the same… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“He lived in a huge, ridiculous, doodad-covered, trash-filled two-story horror of a house that stumbled, staggered, and dribbled right up to the edge of… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“He selected one of these incantations and began to chant in a loud, wailing voice. All the clocks in the house suddenly went off… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“The two weary but still talkative wizards sat in a pair of fan-backed chairs and pitched pebbles at the drunken satyr in the fountain.… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the air got colder, and a black cloud appeared - the black cloud that you saw before, since Snodrog was, at bottom, a… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
He invented the Fuse Box Dwarf, a little man who popped out at you from behind the paint cans in the cellarway and screamed,… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“Tarby was a popular boy, and he was used to being right about everything.” — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“St. Fidgeta is the patroness of nervous and unmanageable children. Her shrine is the church of Santa Fidgeta in Tormento, near Fobbio in southern… — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“I do not think, Prospero,' he said, 'that one should attribute a very high degree of reality to your house.” — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
“Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.” — John Bellairs Copy Share Image
