"Johnny was near the head of the next flight, looking absolutely desperate, wrestling with an octopus-like bundle of threshing toffee-bars."
I am a huge admirer of Diana Wynne Jones' books. The Ogre Downstairs was the first one I ever read, and I was really amazed both at the sheer energy of the book, and the incredible variety of Diana Wynne Jones' imagination. Scuttering dust-balls, a purring pipe, some very angry dolls'-house people - and the absolute need to keep all this and much much more secret from a new and scary step-father.
Word to use today: ogre.
This word used to be French, and before that it might have been borrowed from the Latin god Orcus, who was hairy and nasty and lived in hell.