Redwall (Redwall, #1)

by Brian Jacques

Please listen to me. Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others. You are brave, Matthias. Already you have done great things for one so young. I am only a simple country-bred fieldmouse, but even I can see the courage and leadership in you. A burning brand shows the way, and each day your flame grows brighter. There is none like you, Matthias. You have the sign of greatness upon you. One day Redwall and all the land will be indebted to you. Matthias, you are a true Warrior.”

Cornflower hype

“Basil Stag Hare at your service, sir! Expert scout, hindleg fighter, wilderness guide and camouflage specialist, ahem, liberator of tender young crops, carrots, lettuce and other such strange beasts. Pray tell me whom I have the pleasure of addressing, and please state the nature of your little problem.”

Basil hype

No need of burial parties. Nature and the woodlands took care of their own funeral arrangements. There was but one efficient undertaker. The adder’s jaws opened in something resembling the nightmare of a smile. The pathway to eternity was open.

Love how often this book will suddenly remind you the reality of the situation and the nature of the creatures.

“Strange creatures,” Basil mused. “Blowed if I can see anything funny about a couple of heroes wanting to be fed so that they can stay alive. Takes all kinds to make a world, young feller, other ranks included.”

God he's just the best

“It was all my fault. I apologize to you, Squire Julian.” He was completely taken aback by the cat’s reply. “Not at all, my dear friend. It is I that must apologize to you. The whole incident was entirely due to my priggishness and lack of manners.” Captain Snow swooped down and perched near the cat. “D’you really think so? Oh, come on, Julian, old chap. I must share the blame. It was my barrack-room feeding habits that started the whole thing. You mustn’t blame yourself, old friend.” A rare smile covered the features of the normally laconic Julian. He purred comfortingly. “No, no. I insist that we share the blame fifty-fifty. Besides, the question won’t arise now that you’ve sworn off shrews and mice. I say, have you ever tried a fresh trout salad with mustard and cress? Why don’t you come over to the barn? I’m sure there’ll be enough for two. I mean, trout’s not exactly a vegetable, is it?” Wing in paw, the reunited comrades strolled off to the barn, chatting amiably as if there had never been a cross word between them. Julian was last to enter the barn. He gave Matthias a broad wink.

GAY COUPLE!!!!!!