Cerberus Quotes

“ 
The she-wolf visibly recoiled. “You speak with the dead? Then you are truly the one spoken of who has come to save us.” She stood immediately and gave a shrill howl to her pack, all the wolves in the glade sitting up with ears pricked. “I give you Two-heads,” called the she-wolf, “the shaman our elders foretold, he comes to save us from the predations of the men from the sky...”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“ 
Which nose do I touch, wondered Garth, ‘and do I really want to touch any of those vile snouts?’ He studied the skeins of drool that hung from the dog’s jaws and felt himself shudder. But surely this would be a small price to pay to win the preferment of this powerful beast. Garth decided that touching one nose would be sufficient and took a step forward.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Oh,” answered the vet, “I’m Francis, or—” He rapped his knuckle against his temple. “Perhaps I should say Frances.”
“You just did,” said Shaggy, who’d already been wondering if there was something wrong with this human, he had dark lines around his eyes that looked as though they had been painted on, and his lips were a bright shade of pink.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Ho-ho,” called one of the Labradors, as the pair were spied, “strangers. Not come to steal our balls have you?” he threw loudly at Loki. “Only you look a bit beagleish to me, and beagles have a reputation for thieving balls. “I’ll have your balls, mate,” replied Loki. “Disrespecting the beagle family. Only I see the vet has beaten me to it.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“You see, if I stop thinking about what I’m scenting on the air or in the undergrowth, if I cease wondering which path to tread or where we’re going and instead let myself meld into the space in my head, it’s as if I am living in what the humans called a library, the place where all knowledge is stored.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“I should tell you that we are awakening all of the Canidae, not merely your own species. You must tell me if that is unwelcome.”
Hell, thought Monty, shivering. All the Canidae. Wolves I can take, but foxes, jackals, dingoes, and…and…and…all those others.
“Is that a problem?” The voice was full of concern.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“All who cross the bridge into our domain must bring good cheer and entertainment. It all begins with a nose-to-nose and ends with a compelling story. In return, we will offer replenishment. That is our custom... There is no option to refuse,” added the GSD. With his nose, he indicated the side of the bridge. “It’s a long way down.” As Garth drew himself up in indignation the GSD roared with laughter, as did several of his compatriots. “Just my bit of fun,” he chortled. “We don’t see many strangers around here. I couldn’t resist it.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“He craned his neck and sniffed at the puffball. “It is a dog,” he confirmed. “Hey! Come on, time to go,” he barked at the animal, foraging in its woolly thicket of fur and finding a leg to pull.
“How dare you!” squealed a thin voice. “How dare you insult the great, the magnificent, the incomparable Pom.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Well,” sighed Toby, “I’m not really much of a hunter. Retrievers retrieve things, you know, things other folk have hunted. Other than that I’m a lovely boy, that’s what my human said, and I do enjoy being lovely.” Garth cringed and, to change the subject said, “There’s a rabbit now. It’s sitting up sniffing the air and not picking up our scent. Could you catch it, do you think?” “Oh, look at him,” chuckled Toby. “what a sweet little chap.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“That’s exactly the trouble with cockapoos,” observed Monty. “They aren’t natural. They’ve been synthesised, an unnatural splicing of breeds to meet human requirements. Every wolf gene cut out. I can’t stand ’em, ingratiating little buggers, they’ve got the please disease.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“The answer to your first question is simple. The human race had become too dangerous. We are aware that the means for interstellar flight have been developed here on Earth, almost to the point of application. But we cannot allow this bellicose and destructive species to infect space beyond your own star system...”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Down on the beach the three children stood unmoving in the late afternoon gloaming, their arms linking them together, watching transfixed while the tall grey man approached them with a steady step. He carried a long pole with what at that distance resembled an old-fashioned lantern at its tip. As he drew close to the trio the lamp brightened, enveloping them in its glow. Then suddenly and silently the light was extinguished, leaving only the grey man standing motionless on the sand.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus