With teeth they smooth their work, as on it slips, And flecks of wool stick to their wither'd lips

Bod could feel the Sleer listening to Jack's words, could feel a low susurrus of excitement building in the chamber.

There has been no lack of other monitors — a ticklish haysel, a flooded harvest all through the north […]

Temperate butterworts come into growth in spring, producing flat, often starfishlike rosettes of narrow, tapered leaves […]