Sophia Vellios

“Frog-faced blobs of camel spit?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Brightest Night

“SNUDOO!” cried the little dragonet tied snugly to Cricket’s chest. Bumblebee reached her tiny talons toward Sundew. “MRBLE SNUDOO!” “Is that tiny lizard trying to say my name?” Sundew asked, alarmed. “How did THAT happen?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Poison Jungle

“From down here, it was obvious what had happened to Nettle. A huge cluster of pitcher plants was gathered right below the hill, gaping maws ready to swallow any animal that tumbled down it. Each one looked like a long green sack, tipped with stripes of dark pink around the open mouth at the top. Sundew had a collection of much smaller pitcher plants growing outside her nest to catch flies before they buzzed in and bothered her. She really didn’t like this big kind, though; it was super creepy to look at a giant pitcher plant and wonder whether there might be a dragon corpse decomposing inside it. Or, in this case, a dragon that was still very much alive and spitting mad. “GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!” Nettle shrieked. One of the plants wobbled as she slammed herself into the side. “Whoa,” Cricket said, landing beside Sundew. “She’s … in there? Why doesn’t she just fly out?” “Meeebomorp,” Bumblebee added, wide-eyed.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Poison Jungle

“I have a cockatoo,” Willow was saying to Cricket. “Her name is Talkatoo and she’s the smartest bird in the world SUNDEW STOP LAUGHING AT ME.” She shoved Sundew’s shoulder affectionately. “I was only a little older than”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Poison Jungle