Septimus Heap Quotes

...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.

Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.

Beauty Lures the Stranger More Easily into Danger -Septimus Heap

I really like Septimus Heap. he is my favorite guy in the story. I should make you all read it.

Use your head, Sep. Loads of wolverines. Hanging around waiting for super. Gtting excited. eating mint blasts. so what do you think they do?' it must be here. they can't have eaten that... i dunno, Nik, what do they do?' POO.

You can't just rattle it off like a demented parrot.

You could give us a hand instead of staring into space like a constipated camel," Terry Tarsal rudley broke into Marcia's spinning thoughts.

Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

Blue to get ready Green to go Yellow to guide you through the snow Orange to warn you that over you’ll go Then red will be the final glow Now seek the black, there’s no going back.

You could give us a hand instead of staring into space like a constipated camel.

Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.

A Magnificent Banquet, being A Thanksgiving for the Safe Return Of our Beloved Daughter, Princess Esmeralda. Bring your own plates.

Oh dear," said Sarah anxiously, "I do wish he wouldn't do these silly things." I'm sure we all wish that, Sarah," said Marcia sternly. "But unfortunately he has progressed rather further than the silly stage. Evil-minded-scheming stage is more what I would call it.

There's no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn't dare.

What's a flange?" asked Marcia. A what?" A flange. It says here attatch piece Y to the long, upright D, taking care to align holes P and Q with the corrosponding holes N and O in the left-hand flange. I can't see a wrethed flange anywhere.

Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

Septimus was suddenly horribly afraid that the Antidote would not work. He glanced nervously at Marcia, who whispered, "It will work, Septimus. You must believe in it." Physik isn't like Magyk," said Septimus unhappily. "It doesn't matter whether you expect it to work or not. Either it does or it doesn't." "I doubt that very much," said Marcia. "A little belief in something always helps.

That, dillop brain, is what getting close to the Darke does. It makes you think only of yourself. It takes you away from people you care about. And now you don't have anyone to talk to and it serves you right.

Shouting something didn't make it any more possible.

Don't go to the circus.

Well, I suggest you sleep on it," said Aunt Zelda sensibly. "Things always look better in the morning.

The Young Army was crazy. Marcia was Magyk.

Oi! Can't a poor Boggart have no peace?

When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.

Fly free with me.

Petroc Trelawney looked as pleased as a pebble can look, which was pretty much the same as he had looked before.

Why?” breathed Boy 412. “Why me?” “You have astonishing Magykal power. I told you before. Maybe now you’ll believe me.” She smiled. “I—I thought the power came from the ring.” “No. It comes from you. Don’t forget, the Dragon Boat recognized you even without the ring. She knew. Remember, it was last worn by Hotep-Ra, the first ExtraOrdinary Wizard. It’s been waiting a long time to find someone like him.” “But that’s because it’s been stuck in a secret tunnel for hundreds of years.” “Not necessarily,” said Marcia mysteriously. “Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.

From the Young Army Fact List: Fact One: No early morning roll call: GOOD. Fact Two: Much better food. GOOD. Fact Three: Aunt Zelda nice: GOOD. Fact Four: Princess-girl friendly: GOOD. Fact Five: Have Magyk ring: GOOD. Fact Six: Extraordinary Wizard Cross: BAD.

Watch and wait, boy. Watch and wait.

Crazy as a cuttlefish Nasty as a RAT Put her in a pie dish Give her to the CAT!

The dragon reared her head, breathing in the storm and loving every minute of it. It was the start of a voyage, and a storm at the beginning of a voyage was always a good omen.

Aunt Zelda always said: the thought is the seed for deed.

It gave Boy 412 the impression that Aunt Zelda had walked into a large patchwork tent and had just, that very minute, poked her head out of the top to see what was going on.

Don’t keep saying ‘huh’, Silas. It makes you sound so crotchety.” “Well, maybe I am crotchety. And I’ll keep saying ‘huh’ if I want to, Sarah. Huh.

Aunt Zelda had written her note on special paper that she had made from pressed cabbage leaves.

I wonder," Marcia said. "If you would consider being my apprentice?

... waiting for the spell to end, as all spells must.

Soon fifty-six Shield Bugs were lined up, crouching like coiled springs on the gunnels of the chicken boat.

Take it,’ hisses DomDaniel. ‘But I will be back for it. I will be back with the seventh of the seventh.

Miss Princess

Miarr is descended from the Guardians of the Light, who in turn were descended from the mysterious Guardians of the Seas. It is not known where the cats came into the family tree.

Septimus look at Jenna, his green eyes serious, “It’s a luxury Jen,” he said. “What do you mean?” Septimus stared at the scraped and bloody snow at his feet. It took him some moments to reply. “I mean…” he began slowly. “I mean that if you go through life and never face a situation where, in order for your to survive, someone else has to die, then you’re lucky. That’s what I mean.

Ah Ratty, what good times we'll have," said Mad Jack. "Just you and me, Ratty. We'll go cuttin' them reeds together, and if you're good we'll go to the circus when it comes to town and see the clowns. I love them clowns, Ratty. We'll have a good life together. Yes we will. Oh yes.

Tidak juga," ujar Marcia dengan misterius. "Segala sesuatu biasanya berjalan dengan sendirinya.

Maxie knew he must have been very bad to deserve this. He wondered what it was he had done. And why he hadn’t enjoyed it more at the time

Barney," she said, "would you like to help me look for a stupid giant banana?" Barney grinned. "Ooh, yes please," he said.

Marcia," said Milo. "That was Jenna. I know my child." "And I know mine," said Marcia. "I mean - I know Septimus.

Septimus fu cât pe ce să zică ,,și rămânem aici pe viață", dar se opri. Își aduse aminte ce îi spusese Mătușa Zelda, și anume că, după ce le-ai rostit, lucrurile se împlinesc mai repede...

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Theodophilus Fortitude Fry

Both Septimus and Beetle knew enough to recognize a jinnee when they saw one, and Wolf Boy knew quite enough to recognize something extremely weird.

Jannit liked Jenna, who reminded her of how she had been as a girl: a confident, taking-charge kind of person. That was how girls should be.

She’s dead!” Marcia gasped. And then, much more dismayed, she cried, “She’s dead on my sofa!

The Shield Bug was happy. It had an enemy. It had a sword. Soon the sword would meet the enemy. Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.

Silas Heap was eloping with Marcia Overstrand.

You are going to have to scream. Can you do that?" Lucy's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes. I can scream.

You awake Sep?" Beetle's whisper came from the other side of the teepee. "No. I always sleep sitting up." "Really?" "Of course I'm awake Beetle. You awake too?" "Nah. Fast asleep.

Like an apologetic banana

There aren't any footprints to follow," said Septimus. "That's why I'm going last. To scruffle them." "To what?" asked Beetle and Jenna. "Technical term." "Scruffle--a technical term?

It is a little known fact that it takes an arthritic wolfhound exactly the same time to walk from the Palace Gate to the Wizard Tower as it takes a cohort of jinn to run the Ice Tunnel from the Observatory to the Wizard Tower.

Septimus had no need to untie Spit Fyre as the dragon had already chewed his way through the rope. They followed Aunt Zelda and Jenna out the side door at the foot of the turret and down to the Palace Gate. Aunt Zelda kept up a brisk pace. Showing a surprising knowledge of the Castle’s narrow alleyways and sideslips, she hurtled along. Oncoming pedestrians were taken aback at the sight of the large patchwork tent approaching them at full speed. They flattened themselves against the walls, and, as the tent passed by with the Princess, the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice and a feral-looking boy with bandaged hands—not to mention a dragon—in its wake, people rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Merrin felt disappointed in his scent bottle. Just to make sure it really did smell so bad, he put the bottle right up to his left nostril and sniffed hard - and the jinnee was sucked up his nose. It was not a good moment for either of them.

Cerys watched her open the door and struggle to squeeze inside. "Zelda?" Cerys called. "Yes?" puffed Aunt Zelda, poking her head out of the cupboard with some difficulty. "It is possible to eat an Enlarging Spell without realising it, do you suppose?" Aunt Zelda looked puzzled. "I shouldn't think so," she said. "Why?" "No reason. I just wondered.

Because I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandmother. But

My dolphin

empty

Once she was safely in the Unstable Potions and Partikular Poisons cupboard,

A little belief in something always helps.

I am not lost,” said Stanley indignantly. “A member of the Secret Rat Service is never lost. I am merely reassessing the direction.

Doesn’t sound much like Dad anyway,” grunted Nicko. “No,” agreed Marcia. “It was far too polite.

He wondered how sharp Sally’s kitchen knives were . . .

if she was going to go flapping her ears around the place, she may as well have some decent ears to flap.

Come on, hurry up,” Marcia snapped impatiently at the spiral stairs. Taking her at her word, the stairs sped up to double daytime speed,

Jenna liked her own company and she loved wandering around the Palace, especially at night when candles cast great shadows across the corridors

So he just sits here staring into his beer.

You may send as many bills as you wish, Miss Djinn. The nights are drawing in, and I shall take great pleasure in lighting the fire with them.

Deluxe version?” asked Gringe. “Deluxe version,” agreed Silas. “And no mini-crocodiles?” “No mini-crocodiles.

Alice was nettled.

Eurgh. She had never liked the stuff. Too many dead rats in the bottom of the barrel for her taste.

Marcia,' zei hij heel ernstig. 'Er is iets wat je goed moet begrijpen. Níémand is bij machte een Leerling terug te halen van de Queeste.' 'Kletskoek', zei Marcia.

I don't want to lose my Apprentice. More than that, Septimus, I don't want to lose you. - Marcia

Marcia looked a little guilty. "Well, I promised your mother when she came to see me that there would be no, er... arguments." … "Wow." - Septimus

Aunt Zelda," Jenna said gently. "You know there should be three bowls in the bag? Do you know where the other one is?" Aunt Zelda sighed. "The Marsh Python ate it," she said.

the mist felt oddly purposeful, as though it were on its way to an appointment.

She would happily send a rat hurtling to its doom and yet risk her life for a duck.

Petroc Trelawney.

Tis like unto a tinker’s bazaar, which is where I trow thou dost buy thy gold trifles and trinkets with which thee doth rattle like a broken cart.” Marcellus Pye looked hurt at his mother’s insults.

Septimus peered over the side - the marble looked solid once more. "It's Thixotropic," he said. "It's what?" said Nicko. "Solid. But goes liquid under pressure." "Don't we all," said Nicko gloomily.

Because I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-sgreat-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandmother. But you may call me Grandmama.” “Grandmama!” said Jenna, aghast.

Septimus! Oh, Septimus!" Marcia hurled herself toward Septimus and enveloped him in her cloak. "You're alive. I thought… I thought you were dead. I thought you'd fallen…" "Me too," said Septimus, holding on to Marcia. "Me too.

Septimus longed for a glimpse of Marcia. He wanted to see her face at the window, to know that she was all right... He longed to tell her that there was still hope. "Hold on as long as you can. Don't give up. Please don't give up.

When Jenna asked Marcia what happened when you unscrewed the lid, Marcia told her that the Shield Bug would leap out and defend you until its last breath, or until you managed to catch it and put it back in the jar, which did not usually happen.

Marissa's head appeared at the window. "Okay, this is a bit yucky," she said, "but it has to be done." She poked her head back through the window and kissed Jenna. Jenna leaped back in surprise. "Told you it was lucky." Marissa grinned. "But you're a witch now.

Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?” A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. “Looks like you lost,” the voice continued with a chuckle. “Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.

Midday already. As if it isn't enough that I have to put up with a meddling Alchemist - any minute now there will be a meddling Princess at my door declaiming from that wretched book with its tiddly-squiddly type, which is the bane of every ExtraOrdinary Wizard's life. - Marcia

I imagine you’ll have to wake up Catchpole first, Marcia,” Alther commented. “Catchpole’s on night duty, Alther. He’s been awake all night.” “Funny habit he’s got, that Catchpole,” said Alther pensively, “of snoring while he’s awake. You’d think he’d find it irritating, wouldn’t you?

DomDaniel had been an arrogant and unpleasant ExtraOrdinary Wizard, completely uninterested in the Castle and the people there who needed his help, pursuing only his desire for extreme power and eternal youth. Or rather, since DomDaniel had taken a while to work it out, eternal middle age.

A bit late, but you know what they say." Beetle hazarded a guess. "You're late? What time do you call this? Where on earth have you been?" Silas looked baffled. "No. Better late than never." Beetle watched Silas Heap head across the Great Hall toward the Sealed lobby and heard one of the guard Wizards demand, "Silas Heap, where on earth have you been?

Well, if you wore some sensible boots like I do instead of prancing around in little purple snakey things, your feet would be fine,” Aunt Zelda observed. Marcia ignored her. She sat warming her purple snakey feet by the blazing fire and noted with some satisfaction that Aunt Zelda had made no attempt to return the fire to Mother Nature’s spluttering state.