Redwall (Redwall, #1)

by Brian Jacques

The Abbey creatures fell silent and drifted away from the heap of stones which blocked the hole, a fitting headstone for a mass grave of the enemy.

My old friend, I am not like the seasons. I cannot go on forever. It has to finish sometime.

Wipe away your tears, my son. Death is only part of life.

Days before the third anniversary of my Nana's death, I needed to see this.