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

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Angie Sage
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: June 19
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the chocolate raisins tasted somewhat fishy, but Lucy didn't care-chocolate was chocolate. She changed her mind however, when she realized that the raisins were tiny fish heads.
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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.
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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.
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You could give us a hand instead of staring into space like a constipated camel, Terry Tarsal rudley broke into Marcia's spinning thoughts.
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They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.
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Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.
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When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.
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Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.
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Beauty Lures the Stranger More Easily into Danger -Septimus Heap
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He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning.
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Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.
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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.
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Things always look better in the morning.
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You can't just rattle it off like a demented parrot.
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...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.
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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.
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There's no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn't dare.
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Don't go to the circus.
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Shouting something didn't make it any more possible.
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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.
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