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  • #1
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #2
    John Flanagan
    “Sirrah, my companion chooses to engage you in knightly combat!" Halt said. The horseman stiffened, sitting upright in his saddle. Halt noticed that he nearly lost his balance at this unexpected piece of news.
    Nightly cermbat?" he replied, "Yewer cermpenion ers no knight!"
    Halt nodded hugely, making sure the man could see the gesture.
    Oh yes he is!" he called back. "He is Sir Horace of the Order of the Feuille du Chene." He paused and muttered to himself, "Or should that have been Crepe du Chene? Never mind."
    What did you tell him?" Horace asked, slinging his buckler around from where it hung at his back and setting it on his left arm.
    I said you were Sir Horace of the Order of the Oakleaf." Halt said to him, then added uncertainly, "At least, I think that's what I told him. I may have said you were of the Order of the Oak Pancake.”
    John Flanagan

  • #3
    John Flanagan
    “So I sent Halt to straighten matters out. Thought it might be a good idea to give him something to keep him busy."
    So what's Digby got to complain about?" Rodney asked. It was obvious from his tone that he felt no sympathy for the recalcitrant commander of Barga Hold.
    The Baron gestured for Lady Pauline to explain.
    Apparently," she said,"Halt threw him into the moat.”
    John Flanagan, The Burning Bridge

  • #4
    John Flanagan
    “Ow!" said Horace as the Ranger's fingers probed and poked around the bruise.
    Did that hurt?" Halt asked, and Horace looked at him with exasperation.
    Of course it did," he said sharply. "That's why I said 'ow!”
    John Flanagan, The Icebound Land

  • #5
    John Flanagan
    “Remember no one expects you to be Halt. He's a legend, after all. Haven't you heard? He's eight feet tall and kills bears with his bare hands...”
    John Flanagan, Erak's Ransom

  • #6
    John Flanagan
    “If they invent a four legged chicken," Will said, "Horace will think he's gone to Heaven.”
    John Flanagan, Erak's Ransom

  • #7
    John Flanagan
    “Ah, Signor Halt,' he said uncertainly, 'you are making a joke, yes?'
    'He is making a joke, no,' Will said. 'But he likes to think he is making a joke, yes.”
    John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

  • #8
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #10
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Never laugh at live dragons.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #11
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #12
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
    Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
    Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,
    One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
    One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
    One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #13
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #15
    N.D. Wilson
    “To love is to be selfless. To be selfless is to be fearless. To be fearless is to strip enemies of their greatest weapon. Even if they break our bodies and drain our blood, we are unvanquished. Our goal was never to live; our goal is to love. It is the goal of all noble men and women. Give all that can be given. Give even your live itself.”
    N.D. Wilson, Empire of Bones

  • #16
    N.D. Wilson
    “Cowards live for the sake of living, but for heroes, life is a weapon, a thing to be spent, a gift to be given to the weak and the lost and the weary, even to the foolish and the cowardly.”
    N.D. Wilson, Empire of Bones

  • #17
    N.D. Wilson
    “Kansas is not easily impressed. It has seen houses fly and cattle soar. When funnel clouds walk through the wheat, big hail falls behind. As the biggest stones melt, turtles and mice and fish and even men can be seen frozen inside. And Kansas is not surprised.

    Henry York had seen things in Kansas, things he didn't think belonged in this world. Things that didn't. Kansas hadn't flinched.”
    N.D. Wilson, Dandelion Fire

  • #18
    N.D. Wilson
    “Every year, Kansas watches the world die. Civilizations of wheat grow tall and green; they grow old and golden, and then men shaped from the same earth as the crop cut those lives down. And when the grain is threshed, and the dances and festivals have come and gone, then the fields are given over to fire, and the wheat stubble ascends into the Kansas sky, and the moon swells to bursting above a blackened earth.

    The fields around Henry, Kansas, had given up their gold and were charred. Some had already been tilled under, waiting for the promised life of new seed. Waiting for winter, and for spring, and another black death.

    The harvest had been good. Men, women, boys and girls had found work, and Henry Days had been all hot dogs and laughter, even without Frank Willis's old brown truck in the parade.

    The truck was over on the edge of town, by a lonely barn decorated with new No Trespassing signs and a hole in the ground where the Willis house had been in the spring and the early summer. Late summer had now faded into fall, and the pale blue farm house was gone. Kansas would never forget it.”
    N.D. Wilson, The Chestnut King

  • #19
    N.D. Wilson
    “Her evil cannot reach us here. Let us burn the ancient tree-mace trees and close off the ancient ways. Tear down the tower, the crown of our barrow, and let us hide ourselves from evil. Let no one leave the mound, and if evil grows, we shall flee farther.

    No! Let evil hear the pounding of our feet! Let evil hear our drumming and our chanting songs of war. Let evil fear us! Let evil flee! In any world, may dark things know our names and fear. May their vile skins creep and shiver at every mention of the faeren. Let the night flee before the dawn and darkness crowd into the shadows. We march to war!"

    - Nudd, the Chestnut King”
    N.D. Wilson, The Chestnut King

  • #20
    N.D. Wilson
    “Slowly, Rupert Greeves raised his head. His eyelids fluttered and the corner of his mouth twitched up.
    'What,' he asked the world, 'can you do to erase my laughter?”
    N.D. Wilson, Empire of Bones

  • #21
    N.D. Wilson
    “Love burns hotter than justice, and its roar is thunder. Beside love, even wrath whispers.”
    N.D. Wilson, Empire of Bones

  • #22
    S.D.   Smith
    “What do I always tell you? ‘ Not enough salt is an in-salt,’ and ‘Too much salt is an as-salt!”
    S.D. Smith, The Green Ember

  • #23
    S.D.   Smith
    “The Green Ember burns; the seed of the New World smolders. Healing is on the horizon, but a fire comes first. Bear the flame.”
    S.D. Smith, The Green Ember

  • #24
    S.D.   Smith
    “My place beside you, my blood for yours. Till the Green Ember rises or the end of the world!”
    S.D. Smith

  • #25
    Andrew       Peterson
    “Kalmar nodded. "I'm sorry, Papa. I wasn't strong enough."
    "None of us are, lad. Me least of all." Esben smiled and took a rattling breath. "But it's weakness that the Maker turns to strength. Your fur is why you alone loved a dying cloven. You alone in all the world knew my need and ministered to my wounds." Esben pulled Kalmar closer and kissed him on the head. "And in my weakness, I alone know your need. Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?"
    Kalmar shook his head.
    Esben smiled and shuddered with pain. "A good answer, my boy. Then do you believe that I love you?"
    "Yes, sir. I believe you." Kalmar buried his face in his father's fur.
    "Remember that in the days to come. Nia, Janner, Leeli - help him to remember.”
    Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

  • #26
    Andrew       Peterson
    “It is no small thing to be a Throne Warden of Anniera. They have been sung about by bards for a thousand years and are accorded a place of honor like no other kingdom—like no other king—in the world—not because they’re lords, but because they’re servants.”
    Andrew Peterson, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

  • #27
    Andrew       Peterson
    “Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.”
    Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

  • #28
    Andrew       Peterson
    “But I don't want to be the Throne Warden," Janner said with all the bitterness he could muster.
    "I understand," Nia said. Janner had planned to send her over the edge with that comment, but she didn't seem surprised.
    "Sometimes I don't want to be queen. But what I want doesn't change what I am.”
    Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

  • #29
    Andrew       Peterson
    “We're in the Maker's keeping. Even if we die trying, death is just another way out. But you? You'll just turn to dust.”
    Andrew Peterson, The Warden and the Wolf King

  • #30
    John Flanagan
    “That taught us how to block a sword with two knives. But what if an ax man's coming at me?"
    Gilan looked suspicious. "An ax man? I don't recommend trying to block an ax with two knives."
    But Will wouldn't take no for an answer. "But what if he's charging at me?" Horace walked over.
    Gilan looked away. "Uh...shoot him."
    Horace intervened. "Can't, his bowstring's broken."
    Gilan gritted his teeth. "Run and hide."
    Will kept on him. "There's a sheer cliff behind me."
    Horace caught on. "There's a sheer cliff behind him, and his bowstring's broken. What should he do?"
    Gilan thought for a moment. "Jump off the cliff, it'll be less messy that way.”
    John Flanagan, The Burning Bridge



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