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NightWing Exodus and the RainWing Royal Challenge)

It was the most aggressively furious crow Logan had ever heard; it sounded less like "hey, morning's here" and more like "DIE, BASILISK!

She still had her own cave, because of the whole accidentally-setting-your-clawmates-on-fire-while-sleepwalking-would-be-bad thing.

Must be nice to be a scavenger, Snowfall thought. No problems in the world,

Oh, Moonwatcher, my new favorite dragon. This dragonet with her brain full of bubbles is not your only possibility. I believe you and I are destined for a great friendship.

That's … complicated and devious," Qibli said. "Congratulations, you've just summed up NightWings," Winter said to him.

Right before Qibli came to get us, she was telling me about a spell she tried to restore Tamarin's sight.

had reached the Summer Palace of the SeaWings, in the heart of the Kingdom of the Sea.

Do you remember anything about Winter?" he asked. "You mean, like that he's an enormous grump?" Pyrite said. She

Well, son of a starfish," she said, and then toppled over onto the sand like a slow avalanche.

glanced up and saw an expanding band of pale yellow light along the

Oh, you'd be surprised what some goldfish are planning," Blue said.

Winter glanced over at Cirrus again and found him glaring at Moon and Kinkajou

dragonet in the prophecy instead of me." She waved

Tell him Keiko likes running in the woods at night, ripping the heads off of birds, and hypnotizing dopey middle schoolers into doing anything she wants," Zoe said.

Hey, did she say something about crushing and eating someone?" Logan shouted at Zoe.

Entertainment value," offered Qibli.

future husband, Prince Arctic, who was the most arrogant, entitled, patronizing, obnoxious, preening, fatheaded son of a walrus

Direct, personal feedback really is the simplest and most effective form of motivation.

Hugo, she said, in a certain hurt tone that I knew well and enjoyed provoking, you can be most horribly rude when you choose. Why do you choose?

Killick was a cross-grained bastard, who supposed that if he sprinkled his discourse with a good many sirs, the words in between did not signify:

Trollops are capital things in port, but will not do at sea.

Well, I will wear the bees, like Damon and Pythagoras – ho, a mere sixty thousand bees in the cabin don't signify, much.

I should send my bees ashore for you, upon my sacred honour.