Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet.' And that was the good news.

Hmm,' she said. ''Curiouser and curiouser,' to quote Alice.

You are such a drama llama!' she shouted at her mother. The redhead blinked. 'It's drama queen, dear.' 'No, it's llama...

When Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid moment that she was back in the Underworld.

Please!’ That word didn’t make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice. ‘You’re already dead,’ Nico said. ‘You’re a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won’t be sharing any secrets.

Live your life. The reset button has been pushed.

What is the difference between a dream and its memory?

You're the Baba Yaga?' He gazed at her in disbelief. 'But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... Not!

The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were - their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy.

It’s splendid how much at home we feel at Pignol’s. A tacit complicity at every moment prevails among the regulars here. A process of self-selection operates: starving crooks, thirsty whores, witless grasses working for low-grade cops, middle- class types a bit too willing to conform (leaving aside the pound of black-market meat and the camembert without ration tickets) - all feel too ill at ease here. They’ve only got to stay away. Along with anyone else who doesn’t meet the requirements of this establishment: first and foremost, to keep your trap shut. The war? Past history. The Krauts? Don’t know any. Russia? Change at Reaumur. The police? There was a time when they were needed for directing the traffic. At Pignol’s, silence constitutes the most important, most difficult and lengthiest induction ordeal.After that, it’s a matter of imponderables. It works according to the rule of three: the people who don’t get along with the people that I get along with are people I can’t get along with. Syllogisms, of course. Now clear out!