Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk."Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold sober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.
Diana Wynne JonesAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: August 16, 1934
- Died: March 26, 2011