“And the minibar in my hotel room was mysteriously emptied.""By arcane forces beyond the understanding of normal human beings?" asked Myfanwy as she sifted through the in-box. It was the sort of question you learned to ask automatically when you worked with the Checquy."No, it was me," admitted Shantay without a shred of embarrassment.”

“This should be a pleasant little interview. All I have to do is put on my scary face.""You have a scary face?" Ingrid sounded skeptical."Yes," said Myfanwy indignantly. "I have a very scary face."Ingrid surveyed her for a moment. "You may wish to take off the cardigan then, Rook Thomas," she advised tactfully. "The flowers on the pocket detract somewhat from your menace.”

“Yes, Minister, it turns out that there was a mysterious force that caused that plane to crash. We call it gravity.”

“Now, do you mind telling me why you have all these guns lying around? Are you afraid the paperwork will rise up against you?''Oh, no. I'm going to use the guns as paperweights.”

“... and her voice cut through the noise like a scythe through a poodle.”

“This duck tells me nothing!”

“I’m not bipolar, I’ve just had a bipolar life foisted upon me.”