So I departed, leaving behind a pungent smell of brimstone. Just something to remember me by.
The temperature of the room dropped fast.Jonathan Stroud
[T]he magician emerges from bed and we recount our tale. Her response lacks gratitude: stammering furiously, she chides us for the damage to her lawns and flowerbed. The boy is smacked; I am Spasmed; we both spend the day with nail-clippers attending to the damage to the garden.Jonathan Stroud