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Much of morality is peculiar to mortality.
Evil likes darkness.” “Why is that?” Seth asked. Grandma thought about the question a moment before answering. “Because evil likes to hide.”
“That was the freakiest, awesomest moment of my life!” Seth declared. “But next time, let me take off my shoes.”
I’m just a kid. What am I going to do with a bottle of wine?” Newel and Doren shared a nervous glance. “Well done, Seth,” Newel said awkwardly, ruffling his hair. “You . . . passed our test. Your parents would be very proud.” Newel elbowed Doren. “Yeah, um, sometimes we test people,” Doren said. “And play jokes.”
Being butchered by monkeys is pretty low on my list of ways to go.
“You two are getting the V.I.P. treatment, in part because you could end up with the R.I.P. treatment. Heaven forbid.”
One of these days I’ll kick the bucket, sure enough, but curiosity will not be my downfall.
“It was an emergency!” Seth blurted. “Read my lips—emergency reading—not some demented idea of fun. If I were starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?”
“You had best be careful, Seth,” Grandma said. “The love of reading can be very contagious.”
We humans are conflicted beings. Our beliefs don’t always harmonize with our instincts, and our behavior doesn’t always reflect our beliefs. We constantly struggle with right and wrong. We wage war between the person we are and the person we hope to become.
“Each human being has significant potential for light and darkness,”
“Actually, I pulled the nail out.” “You did?” Patton looked astonished. “How?” “Pair of pliers and some courage potion.” Patton regarded Seth with a broad grin. “I think the two of us are going to get along just fine.”
“Don’t mention it to Verl,” Newel cautioned. “He might dive into a chasm. Kendra’s all he can talk about these days. The poor guy is hopelessly smitten. I keep reminding him that she’s Stan’s granddaughter. He doesn’t care that she’s too young. Says he’ll wait. I tell him satyrs don’t tie themselves down to one maiden. He says he’s not tying himself down. He says she captured him against his will, and he’s forever her prisoner. Those exact words.”
“This vehicle is not a democracy,” Grandma replied.
“I hate how my past actions keep messing up my future options,” Seth muttered. “Then you’ve started down the road to wisdom,” Grandpa replied.
“We’ve spent the last four thousand years appreciating nature,” Newel groaned. “We get it. Plants are pretty and smell nice. For us, the new and exotic frontier is season finale cliff-hangers.”
“Choices determine character.
He was about to trespass alone into the centaurs’ secret stronghold armed only with a banana.
“Bubda likes to be alone. Other people are a pain. You’re other people, Seth. Better than some. Maybe better than most. But no people is best.”
But shame is where I live. I own the whole neighborhood.
“You cheat,” Bubda said. “Too much luck.” “What about that time you got five Yahtzees?” Warren reminded him. “That skill,” Bubda said smugly.
but when the world is about to end, the only real option is to save it.
We’ve been chasing babes since the world was flat.”
Of the fifty most impressive belches Seth had witnessed in his life, all had occurred on this road trip.
By the way, where is Vasilis?” “In the trunk of our rental car,” Seth said. Bracken frowned. “Maybe not the ideal place for one of the most powerful weapons in the history of the world, but I suppose it would be conspicuous on the beach.”
“Twice,” Newel said. “We pulled over politely. Both times the officer looked shocked to find a goat at the wheel without a human in sight.”
Here’s the thing—if we succeed, we don’t just save the world. We save television. We save fast food. We save soft drinks and doughnuts and candy bars and ice cream.” “We save Frito-Lay,” Doren said solemnly.
“Nobody is going to mess with Hostess,” Doren said. “Not on my watch.”
“For endless television!” Newel cried, charging into battle. “Frito-Lay!” Doren yelled, waving his knife overhead.
Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.”
13. Who is the coolest author ever? Is it the guy who wrote Fablehaven? If not, what’s the matter with you? Explain.
