Redwall (Redwall, #1)

by Brian Jacques

“Fur and whisker, tooth and claw, All who enter by our door. Nuts and herbs, leaves and fruits, Berries, tubers, plants and roots, Silver fish whose life we take Only for a meal to make.”

Basil Stag Hare

“Asmodeus, Asmodeusssssssssss!”

“‘By the moonlight, on the hour, In my threshold space lay me. Watch the beam reflect my power, Unite once more my sword with me. I – am that is, stand true for all. O Warrior Mouse, protect Redwall.’”

‘Look for the sword In moonlight streaming forth, At night, when day’s first hour Reflects the north.’”

Matthias did a cartwheel. He whooped with joy. “Methuselah, you’re a magician, an ancient wizard.” The old mouse shook his head modestly. “Oh, dear me, no. I like to think of myself as an aged but extremely erudite scholar.”

Shafts of evening sunlight flooded Great Hall as old Methuselah worked painstakingly away with needle and thread. He was sewing Martin the Warrior back in his former position on the corner of the magnificent Redwall tapestry.

“Don’t you know anything? Guosim stands for Guerrilla Union of Shrews in Mossflower.”