I was reading this one when I bumped against this fantastic quote, it is found on page 100.
“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked out loud, without thinking.
“I was about to ask you the exact same question,” replied Bin Bag in exactly the sort of voice she’d always imagined he would have. It was deep, cultured and – there was no better word for it – rather catty.
“WHOAH,” said Maya in astonishment. “I can talk to cats!”
“Anyone can talk to cats.” Bin Bag sniffed dismissively.
“People talk to cats all the time. It’s getting cats to talk back to you that’s really impressive.”
I sit in the corridor with my dog in my lap, singing him to sleep. My throat stings with magic as the words of the spellsong tumble from my lips. The puppy nuzzles closer, sleeping breath caressing the back of my hand as he snores. His russet ears are as soft as velvet, and he’s small enough that his warm body fits in the crook of my knee. His paws twitch, and I lower the key of my song, the way Madam has shown me, and coax him into gentler dreams.