“...some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.”
“...to live out childhood fantasies as a grown-up was to court and wed and bed disaster.”
“Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.”
“Schist," said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "Schist! Big pile of schist!”
“You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.”
“In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the TOMB OF HORRORS. This labyrinthine crypt is filled with terrible traps, strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, and somewhere within rests the evil DemiLich.”