The Land of the Silver Apples Quotes

“Thy mother honored us. We do not forget. - The yarthkin, to Thorgil”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples

“Thorgil held out the hand she's been hiding. It was an odd, silvery color. "I can't move my fingers. I'm paralyzed." She laughed bitterly. "Once, Frith Half-Troll threatened to cut off my right hand so I could be a warrior no more. It seems she got her wish."
...
"Remember Tyr? The god who sacrificed his hand to bind the giant wolf? It was a noble deed, to be sung about through all time - and you've done the same!"
Thorgil looked up, and now the morning light reached the camp and shone onto her face. "So I have," she murmured.
"Yes! You'll be known as - what shall we call you? Thorgil Silver-Hand, who fought the Hound of Hel. I'll make a song about it."
"Oh, Jack," whispered the shield maiden. She blinked back tears, then shook her head angrily. "Curse this sunlight. It's making my eyes water... Thorgil Silver-Hand. I like that," she said.”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples

“I remember you," the mond said. "And you, spawn of Satan." He glowered at Thorgil.
"Do you recognize him?" asked Jack.
Thorgil shrugged. "We pillage so many monasteries.”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples

“That was Bold Heart?" cried the shield maiden. "That stupid bird told me he was the Bard, but I assumed he was lying. So many birds do."
"You can understand birds?" said Pega… "What's that one saying?"...
Thorgil listened. "He's saying, 'I'm itchy. I'm itchy. I'm itchy.' And that one's saying, 'So am I. So am I. So am I.' The one on the beech tree is singing, 'Bird lice, bird lice, we've all got bird lice!'"
"Knowing does kind of take the fun out of it," decided Pega.”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples

“You'd better tell me about that lie, Giles," said the old man, massaging his forehead. "From all the sin you keep going on about, I'm sure it's going to be spectacular.”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples

“Turn, turn, Jack willed the boy...
Thorgil, thought Jack. He missed her - oh, heavens, how he had missed her! - and yet he hadn't been aware of it till now.”
― Nancy Farmer, The Land of the Silver Apples