The Lost Stories Quotes

“Crowley shook his head. "I sometimes wonder if it was a good idea having Halt train apprentices. He seems to teach them no respect for authority."

"Oh, he teaches us to respect authority," Gilan said innocently. "He just teaches us to ignore it when necessary.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Sometimes I'm so devious I confuse myself.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“But then, in his lifetime, Halt had often ignored what was technically legal. Technicalities didn't appeal to him. All too often, they simply got in the way of doing the right thing.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Well, we can ride together for a while longer. The highway south is farther along this way. I'll be glad of some cheerful company."

"First time anyone's said that about me," Halt replied.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“You're a dead man, Arratay," Jerrel said through clenched teeth.

Halt smiled. "That's been said before. Yet here I am.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“My leg hurts," the soldier whined.

"Of course it does," Halt told him. "I put an arrow through it. Did you expect it not to hurt?”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Nice to have you back, girl,” he said softly. Then he turned to Alyss. “Ready to go?” She held up a hand. “One thing I have to take care of,” she said. She looked around the camp and spotted Petulengo, lurking guiltily by the goat pen. “Petulengo!” she called. Her voice was high and penetrating and he started, realizing he had been spotted. He looked around, seeking an escape route. But as he did so, Will unslung the massive longbow from his shoulder and casually plucked an arrow from his quiver. Suddenly, escaping didn’t seem like such a good idea. Then Alyss favored Petulengo with her most winning smile. “Don’t be frightened, dear,” she said soothingly. “I just want to say good-bye.” She beckoned to him, smiling encouragingly, and he stepped forward, gradually gaining in confidence as he realized that, somehow, he had won the favor of this young woman. Some of his old swagger returned as he approached and stood before her, urged a little closer by that smile. Underneath the ash and the dirt, he thought, she was definitely a looker. He gave her a smile in return. Petulengo, it has to be said, fancied himself with the ladies. Treat ’em rough and they’ll eat out of your hand, he thought. Then the smile disappeared like a candle being blown out. He felt a sudden jolt of agony in his right foot. Alyss’s heavy boot, part of Hilde’s wardrobe, had stamped down on his instep, just below the ankle. He doubled over instinctively, gasping with pain. Then Alyss pivoted and drove the heel of her open left hand hard into his nose, snapping his head back and sending him reeling. His arms windmilled and he crashed over onto the hard-packed dirt of the compound. He lay groggily, propped up on his elbows, coughing as blood coursed down the back of his throat. “Next time you throw firewood at an old lady,” Alyss told him, all traces of the winning smile gone, “make sure she can’t do that.” She turned to Will and dusted her hands together in a satisfied gesture. “Now I’m ready to go,” she said.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“WILL PUSHED HIS EMPTY PLATE AWAY AND LEANED BACK IN HIS chair, feeling that delightfully uncomfortable sensation that comes when you eat just a little too much of something really delicious. Lady Pauline smiled fondly at the young man. “Would you like extras, Will? There’s plenty left.” He patted his stomach, surprised to find that it seemed to actually feel tighter than normal, as if it were straining at his clothes from the inside. “Thank you, no, Pauline,” he said. “I’ve already had seconds.” “You’ve already had fourths,” Halt commented. Will frowned at him, then turned back to Pauline, smiling at her. At least she didn’t make disparaging comments the way her husband did.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“You said earlier today that you wanted to talk about something,” Halt said. Crowley nodded, gathering his thoughts before he began. “We seem to share a lot of the same skills,” he said. “And the same weapons. I noticed you carry a saxe knife and a throwing knife like mine. I wondered where you came by them.” Crowley, of course, carried his two knives in the distinctive Ranger-issue double scabbard. Halt’s were in separate scabbards, placed close together on the left side of his belt. He glanced at them now, where the belt was draped over a rock beside the campfire. “My mentor gave them to me,” he said. “He was a Ranger, like you.” Crowley sat up at that piece of information. “A Ranger?” he said. “In Hibernia? What was his name?” “He called himself Pritchard. He was an amazing man.” “He was indeed,” Crowley affirmed, and now it was Halt’s turn to look surprised. “You knew him?” Crowley nodded eagerly. “I was his apprentice for five years. He taught me everything I know. How did you come to meet him?” “He turned up at Du . . . Droghela, some three years ago. He took me under his wing and taught me silent movement, knife work, tracking and the rest. I could already shoot, but he tightened up my technique quite a bit.” Crowley noticed the hesitation and correction when Halt mentioned the name of the place where he’d met Pritchard. But he let it pass. “Yes. He was very big on technique.” “And practice,” Halt agreed. Crowley smiled at the memory of his old teacher. “He had a saying. An ordinary archer practices until he gets it right. A Ranger—” “Practices until he never gets it wrong.” Halt”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Halt waved farewell, tilting his chair onto its back legs as he drained his coffee. Will frowned at him. “When I was your apprentice, you used to tell me not to do that. Said it’d loosen the chair legs.” “And so it will,” Halt said, smiling contentedly. “But it’s your chair now, so why should I care?”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Halt rolled his eyes. “Yes, there’s a problem! You sound as if you swallowed a dictionary and then threw it up!”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

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― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Skandians, weapons and strong drink were not a good combination for a wedding.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Who exactly is Gorlog, dear?” she asked. “He’s a northern god. I borrowed him from the Skandians. He’s very useful if you want to blaspheme without offending people.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“It seems whenever someone has a good idea like this, other people simply can’t wait to rob them.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“As he said, being careful had helped him stay alive all these years and he was looking forward to maintaining that record.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“There were four of them, so Will had them seriously outnumbered. He gave them one warning, identifying himself as a King’s Ranger, but they chose to attack. Within seconds, three of them were on the ground, nursing arrow wounds to arms and legs. The fourth, his eyes wide with terror, tossed his sword away and fell to his knees, begging for mercy.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“My leg hurts,” the soldier whined. “Of course it does,” Halt told him. “I put an arrow through it. Did you expect it not to hurt?”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“You know, there are some people who might think it was a good career move to show sympathy for their commanding officer’s problems,” he said. Then he sighed.“But very few of those people were trained by Halt.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“I’ve heard that the pen is mightier than the sword,” Gilan said. “But I never knew the inkwell could be mightier than the dagger.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Two”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Sounded like a sneeze to me. Could be the plague.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Arald boog zich naar hem toe en fluisterde heel hard zodat iedereen het kon verstaan: 'Ik zei dat je nu de bruid mocht kussen!”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Koffie! Ik moet er niet aan denken, op dit uur van de dag!' mopperde Duncan. 'Dan komt er niets meer van slapen vannacht.'
'Gelukkig heb ik dat probleempje niet, majesteit!' antwoordde Will. En hij voegde er met een lachje aan toe: 'Maar ik heb dan ook een schoon geweten.'
Evanlyn maakte een onbeleefd geluid. 'Ha, als er ooit een Grijze Jager is geweest met een schoon geweten, dan was jij het zeker niet, stiekemerd.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Vrienden zouden elkaar niet hoeven te bedanken,' zei hij. Maar Cassandra was het daar niet mee eens. Ze stond op en liep naar hem toe.
'Dat hoeven we ook niet,' zei ze. 'Maar dat willen we wel.' Ze legde haar handen op zijn schouders, boog zich voorover, maar keek toen eerst achterom naar Alyss. 'Mag ik?'
'Voor deze keer dan!' grijnsde Alyss en de prinses gaf Will een dikke pakkerd op beide wangen.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Jij bent beter dan Crowley.'
Hij zou nog verbaasder geweest zijn als hij had geweten wat Halt daar achteraan dacht.
Waarschijnlijk ben je zelfs beter dan ik.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Komop, geef dat beest antwoord als je zo nodig moet. - Alyss, over Trek”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Ik in paniek? Vanwege twee stomme kerels met een boog? Waarom schoot je hen eigenlijk niet meteen neer?
'Ik had mijn boog laten vallen,' antwoordde Gilan en hij wilde meteen dat hij dat niet gezegd had. Bles keek hem van opzij aan.
Ja hoor. Sukkel.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“My god, she’s beautiful,’ he whispered to Will. ‘Indeed she is,’ the young Ranger responded. Neither of them was aware that they were talking about two different people.”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories

“Halt waved farewell, tilting his chair onto its back legs as he drained his coffee. Will frowned at him. ‘When I was your apprentice, you used to tell me not to do that. Said it’d loosen the chair legs.’ ‘And so it will,’ Halt said, smiling contentedly. ‘But it’s your chair now, so why should I care?”
― John Flanagan, The Lost Stories