“Arthur sighed and barely managed to whisper, “Key... hold the Hour Hand for... a minute... a minute...”

“Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. I’m Arthur Penhaligon, he thought desperately... The crown was wedged tightly upon his head- and Arthur fell silently screaming into darkness.”

“I’m not going,” he said. He held up the Third key like a weapon. Sensing his mood, it grew longer and sharper, till he was holding a trident as long as he was tall... “And anyone who tries to make me is going to suffer.” “Twice,” added the voice under the table.”

“I wish I had adventures like you do,” Leaf said as she traced her finger over the writing on the invitation.“They didn’t feel like adventures,” said Arthur.”

“Yep," said Arthur. Somehow yep seemed the most positive thing he could say. Stronger than yeah and more heroic than yes. He hoped he could live up to it.”

“Don't look, part of his mind said. If you don't see trouble, it doesn't exist.But it does, thought Arthur, fighting down the fear. Keep breathing slowly. You have to confront your fears. Deal with them.”

“I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”