But if it was sleep, it was only a light horrified doze, in which his thoughts kept on clanking about in his head, as if he were a piece of machinery with the switch jammed to ON.
Witch Week, Diana Wynne Jones (via a-book-i-read)
Old Francesco was so angry that he promptly invited all the Petrocchis to a feast. He had, he said, a new dish he wanted them to try. Then he rolled Ricardo Petrocchi’s letter up into long spills and cast one of his strongest spells over it. And it turned into spaghetti. The Petrocchis ate it greedily and were all taken ill, particularly old Ricardo - for nothing disagrees with a person so much as having to eat his own words.
Diana Wynne Jones, The Magicians of Caprona (via aliceofwinterland)