Pure Dead Brilliantby Debi Gliori
Nearing his thirteenth birthday (and his massive inheritance), Titus is about to become a millionaire. But as usual, things are amiss at StregaSchloss. Evil Uncle Lucifer is after the Borgia fortune again, but this time he's the least of their problems. First, Titus and Pandora could certainly do without the onslaught of house guests -- their mother's student-witch… See more details below
Nearing his thirteenth birthday (and his massive inheritance), Titus is about to become a millionaire. But as usual, things are amiss at StregaSchloss. Evil Uncle Lucifer is after the Borgia fortune again, but this time he's the least of their problems. First, Titus and Pandora could certainly do without the onslaught of house guests -- their mother's student-witch classmates -- one of whom may be a foul-smelling, soul-harvesting demon with an extremely unpleasant agenda. Worse still is the spectacle the siblings witness on their hysterical laptop: a dreadful forecast of their future. And meanwhile, baby Damp has gotten much better than her mother at waving umbrellas around and casting spells.
Janet Crane Barley
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Kiss of Death
Titus decided that if there were a button to press that would cause his sister to reincarnate as a cockroach, he would push it without a moment's hesitation. He stood outside her bedroom door, seething, as he read the notice taped to the oak paneling:
Pandora's Room entry is absolutely forbidden to any of the following:
brothers dweebs possessors of smelly pits & dog's breath one-celled amoebas with memory of goldfish smug, rich jerks the terminally plug-ugly the criminally insane and especially the vertically challenged over 12 yrs.
Titus, all of the above describe you, so bog off.
Yours Cordially, Pandora Strega-Borgia
"Just because I'm about to inherit all Grandfather Borgia's money and you're broke doesn't mean you have to be so aggressive." Titus's voice bounced off the door and down the landing, but brought no answering response from within. He pressed his mouth up to the keyhole and tried again. "Some people just can't handle other people's good fortune, can they, Pandora?"
Over his head, dangling from the cornice, Pandora's pet tarantula, Tarantella, gave out an exasperated "Tchhhh." Titus looked up and shuddered. There was something about the scuttling nature of spiders that revolted him. This one in particular, with her swollen abdomen, gave him nightmares. Titus loathed the entire spider race with a deep and abiding passion. Their gross hairiness, their appetite for flies, their--
The tarantula grinned widely, as if reading his thoughts. "Like it?" she inquired, puckering up her lipsticked mouth parts into a pout. "It's a new one. Now, what's it called . . . ?" Tarantella rummaged under her abdomen with one hairy leg and produced a minuscule lipstick. "Let me see . . . 'Blood-Lust.' Mmm-hmm. Come on, Titus, I know you find me irresistible, give us a kiss. . . ."
With a barely stifled shriek, Titus fled downstairs. Trembling, he burst through the kitchen door and was immediately assailed by a stench that defied description. The beasts were already at breakfast and, judging by the state of the kitchen, had been eating for several hours. Sprawled across the kitchen table, Ffup, the teenage dragon, had her vast head buried in her talons.
"Don't say it," she warned, gazing down at Titus with her vast golden eyes. "Just don't say it, right? I've been up all night with that wee horror, and now he sits there, wolfs down forty-eight Miserablios, three boxes of Ricey Krispettes, and then does a major dump, downloading the lot into his pants. I tell you, pal, I'm not cut out for this motherhood stuff. I hate changing diapers, and . . ." The dragon paused, peered under her baby's high chair, and whimpered, "Yup, just as I thought, it's a shovel job."
"Spare me the details," muttered Titus, edging past Ffup and patting her offending infant on his scaly little head. "Phwoarr, Nestor, you stink, don't you?"
The baby gazed up at Titus and grinned gummily, clapping his tiny wings above his head and lashing his snake-like tail back and forth by way of greeting. This had the unfortunate consequence of launching most of the contents of his overloaded diaper into orbit.
"Stop. Stop. STOP!" wailed Ffup. "Oh, yeurrrch. I can't handle this. . . . Knot! knot? Come on, help me out here."
Emerging from the pantry with a sheepish grin, Knot the yeti shuffled across the kitchen to stare hopefully at his fellow beasts. The yeti's perpetually unsanitary fur was clotted with fetid lumps of food that had somehow failed to make the journey to his mouth. He wrinkled up his fur in the general area of his nose, sniffed deeply in sincerest appreciation of the odors in the kitchen, and sighed in happy anticipation.
"Nestor has a wee something for you," muttered Ffup, burying her nostrils in a coffee cup. "Freshly laid, still warm . . ."
"Give me strength," gagged Titus, turning his back on this revolting inter-beast exchange.
"Mmm-yummy," observed Knot, dipping an experimental paw in the puddle under Nestor's high chair. Titus moaned softly and closed his eyes. Knot sniffed, unrolled his lengthy spotted tongue, and sampled a little morsel. "Naww," he pronounced, at length. "Bit overripe, that one. Nope. Don't fancy it much."
"Don't be so picky," said Ffup. "Be a gent. Help me out. Just close your eyes and think of Gorgonzola. Pleeeeease?"
Knot wiped his paw on his tummy and scratched his armpit thoughtfully. "If you don't mind, I'll pass," he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable at the prospect of letting Ffup down. "I'm not really too hungry right this minute."
"Well, I'm starving," said Pandora, arriving in the kitchen by way of the door to the herb garden. "Phwoarr. Urghhh. What's that stench?"
"Here we go again," sighed Ffup, glaring at her baby son. "See what you've done?"
"'Morning, all." Pandora kicked off her rubber boots and came over to warm herself beside Titus at the range. "Are we all pretending that there isn't a vast pile of dragon poo on the floor over there, or is someone going to clean it up?"
"Ffup is," said Titus. "Aren't you, Ffup?"
"What? And ruin my manicured talons?" squeaked the dragon. "You can't be serious. These took me ages." Hoping for female sympathy, she extended one paw for Pandora's inspection. Each of her seven talons was painted a lurid sugar-pink. "Pretty, aren't they?" Ffup smirked, examining her paw with satisfaction, turning it this way and that, all the better to catch the light.
Mrs. Flora McLachlan, nanny to Titus and Pandora, entered the kitchen with their baby sister, Damp, in her arms. Smelling something truly awful and assuming that it was about to be her breakfast, the little girl buried her face in the nanny's shoulder and gave a little moan.
"Good heavens, is that the time?" Mrs. McLachlan peered at the mantelpiece clock in dismay. "My bedside clock isn't keeping very good time, and the alarm didn't go off." Then, as she became aware of the odor in the kitchen, she added, "Ffup, dear, I'm sure you're aware that Nestor needs a diaper change. D'you think you could stop admiring your manicure, stir your stumps, and do it before your mistress comes downstairs for breakfast?"
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i thought that the overall content was good, but it could have been improved in several ways. first off, i noticed that mrs. glori uses scottish terms abundantly throughout the novel, but they are a bit hard to understand. For example, 'dinnae dither' and 'gonny chuck it doon' perplexed me until i read the glossary at the end. I also couldn't understand Marie Bain's,' the french cook' accent very well. other than that, i thourghly enjoyed the book.
I picked this book up from my local library and thoroughly enjoyed it . It is rich and intellectual and very inventive , but not to be compared with Harry Potter as it is very different . In the story , Titus Strega-Borgia [the son of the family] picks up a strange and deadly computer virus . Anomosity is brewing between he and his sister , Pandora what with Titus soon to inherit the Borgia millions [and Pandora not being left with a penny]. Meanwhile , the mother of the Strega-Borgia clan , Signora Baci has invited a group of her friends from the Magical Institute over to stay . These student witches are as incompetant as Baci , but one of them , is more than she seems . Fiamma D`Infer is secretly the demon Astoroth in disguise . Astoroth is Second Minister for the Hadean Executive and is at Strega-Schloss to claim the allpowerful Chronostone after a pact he made with an ancestor of the Strega-Borgia family years ago . Also in this book Baby Damp is revealed to be a Baby magus with latent powers of her own . This of course attracts the attention of Fiamma . Ms. McLachlan discovers this and does everything within her power to protect her , failing to notice , that the money Titus will soon inherit has attracted the attention fo a certain other evil somebody . Revelations along the way ensure that nothing can be the same again . Anyway , there's a lot else going on so I'll leave it there and let you read the book . It's a highly comlicated plot but nonetheless the humour and plot-twists will leave readers in utter hysterics . In this book my favourite characters were the always amusing Tarantella [spider with attitude], and I also extremely liked Astoroth . He was a fabulous villain and despite being a sinister and powerful figure , had a fabulously satirical wit.
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