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“Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.”
― Brandon Mull, Keys to the Demon Prison

“Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?â€�
“Passwords are for sissies,� Warren’s muffled voice responded.
“Works for me,â€� Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.”
― Brandon Mull, Secrets of the Dragon Sanctuary

“Whatever you do," Seth said around a chewy mouthful, "try not to leave me down here too long. You can only play a certain amount of Yahtzee games in a row before you become a lunatic."
"I'll keep that in mind.”
― Brandon Mull, Secrets of the Dragon Sanctuary

“Don't let the brownies bite.”
― Brandon Mull, Grip of the Shadow Plague

“The only furniture in the dank space was a flimsy cot. Water dripped steadily in one corner. A hole in the floor appeared to serve as a latrine. What most caught Kendra's eye were the messages scratched on the wall. She roamed the cell, reading the crudely inscribed phrases.

"Seth rules!

Welcome to Seth's House.

Seth rocks!

Seth was here. Now it's your turn.

Seth Sorenson forever.

Enjoy the food!

If you're reading this, you can read.

All roads lead to Seth.

Is it still dripping?

Seth haunts these halls.

You're in a Turkish prison!

Seth is the man!

Use the meal mats as toilet paper." And so forth.

Cold, hopeless, and alone, Kendra found herself giggling at the messages her brother had scrawled. He must have been so bored!”
― Brandon Mull, Keys to the Demon Prison