Diana Wynne Jones
Diana Wynne Jones
Diana Wynne Jones was a British writer, principally of fantasy novels for children and adults...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth16 August 1934
eye spiders spots
I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.
land long half
It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.
firsts world settling
Settle for what you can get, but first ask for the World.
enchanted heard
But whoever heard of enchanted bacon anyway?
yelling vegetables rushing
Mr. Stock came out of the competition tent carrying his zeppelin marrow on one shoulder and demanding to know what was going on. When he saw the hordes advancing on Aidan, he charged off that way, whirling the great vegetable. The Puck, who was rushing behind the horde, yelling at them to grab Aidan and kill Rolf, was Mr. Stock's first victim. The marrow caught him THOCK! on the side of the head. It laid the Puck out cold on the grass, but the mighty vegetable remained intact, mottled and glossy
library hoaxes relief
Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.
cutting two people
The truth between two people always cuts two ways.
wise men long
SAGE. A wise and Holy man who died a long time ago. No one modern qualifies.
mother sandwiches jam
Mother Very Easily Made Jam Sandwiches Under No Protest
growing-up naughty light
Sophie said a bad word. In the dim light she had stubbed her toe on one of the many dusty bricks piled around the place. Naughty-naughty" Twinkle said. Oh shut up!" Sophie said , standing on one leg to hold her toe. "Why don't you grow up?
halloween hands class
Mr. Crossley suddenly wondered why he was why he was worrying about the note. It was only a joke, after all. He cleared his throat. Everyone looked up hopefully. 'Somebody,' said Mr. Crossley, 'seems to have sent me a Halloween message.' And he read out the note: 'SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS IS A WITCH.' 6B thought this was splendid news. Hands shot up all over the room like a bed of beansprouts. 'It's me, Mr. Crossley!' 'Mr. Crossley, I'm the witch!' 'Can I be the witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'Me, Mr. Crossley, me, me, me!
girl stupid years
Oh! Polly thought. Why aren't all girls locked up by law the year they turn fifteen? They do such stupid things!
secret
There is very seldom any true secret.
girl growing-up princess
Slender Youth. A tour companion who may be either a lost prince or a girl/princess in disguise. In the latter case it is tactful to pretend you think she is a boy. She/he will be ignorant, hasty and shy, and will need hauling out of trouble quite a lot. But she/he will grow up in the course of the Tour. In fact she/he will be the only Companion who will change in any way. Quite often, she/he will soon exhibit a very useful talent for magic and end up by hauling everyone else out of trouble. But this will not be until midway through your second brochure.