He had to watch helplessly while the poor creature burned itself to cinders.
And still the crazy dream went on.
The flames began to form into a fiery shape—huge red-and-orange wings, a long tail that shot out sparks, a burning scarlet beak.
Curse of the Chocolate Phoenix
Once upon a time, in the village of Snettering-on-Snoakes in the kingdom of Biddle, Rosella fetched water from the well for the four thousand and eighty-eighth time.
The Fairy’s Mistake
Gail Carson Levine
King Barf isn’t actually named King Barf. His real name is King Bartholomew Archibald Reginald Fife, a fine, kingly name—a name with a great destiny, of course. But I don’t care how handsome or powerful that name makes you. It’s a mouthful. So for short I call him King Barf, though I’d never say it out loud.
Rump: The True Story of Rumpelstiltskin
Let the dreadful crocodile beware, for I now christen this ship the Hook’s Revenge. Hoist anchor, find the eye of the wind, and let’s be under way!”
The crew cheered.
Mr. Smee cried.
Today is National Ice Cream Day! Of course, we went right for a double-scoop of magic.
Jonah plopped a spoonful of Chocolate Orange Switcheroo into my glass. “Try this one.”
I took a small bite to start with. The ice cream melted against my tongue, sweet and fruity and smooth. Then came the switcheroo part — a chocolate fudgy flavor that caused the corners of my jaws to tingle with happiness.
A Snicker of Magic
It was a serious offense to invite a Deep Witch to cross the border of the Five Kingdoms. They had been banished many years before, together with werewolves and sorcerers.
The Bag of Bones