“Like me,” Sunny said, and abruptly stood up. Violet and Klaus gasped in surprise as their baby sister took her first wobbly steps, and then walked closely beside her, ready to catch her if she fell.
But she didn’t fall. Sunny took a few more self-sustaining steps, and then the three Baudelaires stood together, casting long shadows across the horizon in the dying light of the sunset.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Vile Village – Lemony Snicket
“It’s her,” Klaus said, speaking quietly so Hector wouldn’t hear him. “I’m sure of it. Isadora Quagmire wrote this poem.”
“I think so, too,” Violet said. “I’m positive it’s her handwriting.”
“Blake!” Sunny said, which meant “And the poem is written in Isadora’s distinct literary style!”
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Vile Village – Lemony Snicket
“Why does the Council have so many rules?” Violet asked.
“Why does anyone have a lot of rules?” Hector said with a shrug. “So they can boss people around, I guess.”
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“I couldn’t find any ropes at all,” Violet admitted, as she rejoined her siblings. “But I did find these extension cords, which might work.”
“I took these curtain pulls down from some of the windows,” Klaus said. “They’re a little bit like ropes, so I thought they might be useful.”
“Armani,” Sunny offered, holding up an armful of Jerome’s neckties.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Ersatz Elevator – Lemony Snicket
Klaus had known for all twelve of his years that his older sister found a hand on her shoulder comforting–as long as the hand was attached to an arm, of course.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Austere Academy – Lemony Snicket
Violet tried one more time, knowing it would probably be futile, a word which here means “filled with futility.”
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Wide Window – Lemony Snicket
The Love Pirate 