Green Rider Quotes

“You're a stubborn, ill-trained horse." she said
The horse snorted and walked towards the North Road of his own volition.
"Hey!" Karigan pulled back on the reins. "Whoa. Who do you think is in charge here?”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“I swear...I'll deliver the message for the love of my country.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“When you aren’t committed to the outcome of the game, there is no way you can win.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“What about me?” Karigan asked.
“Hmm?”
“What part do I play?”
“You have already done more than your share,” he said. “You will rest here with the day’s other wounded and the remainder of Marshal Martel’s troops. Should we fail . . . well, I can depend on you to move these people out of harm’s way.”
“No,” Karigan said.
The king raised a brow. “No?”
Karigan shoved the blanket off and raised herself to her feet. “I’m going with you. King or not, you can’t stop me. My father is being held in the throne room.”
“You are wounded and exhausted,” Zachary said. “I don’t want you to slow us down.”
“You have a broken arm,” Karigan retorted. “Who will be slowing who?”
The king’s eyebrows shot up, and his mouth was quirked in a half smile he couldn’t quite hide. It was as if he wanted to laugh, but he knew better than to do so.
“I see,” he said.
Horse Marshal Martel appeared at the king’s side, his face impassive. “I told you, my lord, we should have left her while she was asleep.”
“I should have listened more closely,” he said.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Indeed, no one should see too much of their own history or future.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Karigan," Alton said. "I would . . . I . . . well, it would please me . . . What I want to say . . ."
One moment he was speaking as a polished aristocrat should, the next he couldn't speak at all.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“But I wasn't called," Karigan said. "Are you so sure?" The captain smiled. "The valling to become a rider comes in a variety of ways. Perhaps you are right about iT being the situation: F'ryan's dying, you being right there." She shrugged. "Their qualities are peculiar. They seem to attract strange adventures and extraordinary people to the wearer. Some belive iT is just the nature of the job, of being a king's Messenger, yet others believe iT is the magic.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Child, use your brain. Think on your feet. Being polite and reserved is how we were raised, but we learned the hard way that the rest of the world isn't that way. I've perceived from conversation that you comprehend such things, like that swordplay with whatsit... that Titmouse, or whatever his name was. In other words, child, propriety has its place, but don't let your guard down. In real life, you never know who the plagers of Intrigue really are, or what they stand for.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Is there anything I can do for you? Take word of you to kin in Sacor City?"
"My, but she's taken to the part of being a messenger, hasn't she, Bay?"
"Definitely, but I'm afraid that we have no kin in Sacor City. Just a cousin down south and you wouldn't want to meet her.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Never forget you are a creature of free will. Free will is everything. You may choose to abandon your mission. Choice, my child, is the word. If you carry that message against your will, then the mission has already failed. Do you understand?”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Never forget you are a creature of free will. Free will is everything. You may choose to abandon your mission. Choice, my child, is the word. If you carry that message against your will, then the mission has already failed. Do you understand?”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“There is greatness with unity. Only if we lift ourselves above our base and bestial natures shall we stand as one.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Never forget you are a creature of free will. Free will is everything.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Caving in to fear will be your death,” he once said. “There is no room for it on the battlefield. Being afraid is healthy, but fear is an enemy.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Being polite and reserved is how we were raised, but we learned the hard way that the rest of the world isn’t that way.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Caving in to fear will be your death,’ he once said. ‘There is no room for it on the battlefield. Being afraid is healthy, but fear is an enemy.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Never assume the enemy is down and then turn your back on him. You will pay for it with your life.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Child, use your brain. Think on your feet. Being polite and reserved is how we were raised, but we learned the hard way that the rest of the world isn’t that way. I’ve perceived from conversation that you comprehend such things, like that swordplay with whatsit … that Titmouse, or whatever his name was. In other words, child, propriety has its place, but don’t let your guard down. In real life, you never know who the players of Intrigue really are, or what they stand for.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Let me tell you, Forester, I’ve killed an evil creature from Kanmorhan Vane, a mercenary, and a swordmaster.” The latter claim was somewhat dubious; it had been F’ryan Cobblebay, using her body, who had defeated Torne, but it would serve to impress the giant.
He nodded solemnly. “I’m sure you’ve done a great many things, even as young as you are. Perhaps you can tell me of your adventures. It’s been a while since a Green Rider has passed this way. Please let me help you in. I promise I won’t harm you.”
Abram’s quiet voice was sincere. “Fine,” Karigan said, “but I won’t put up with anything. You make a wrong move, and I can’t promise you’ll live through the night.” She wasn’t sure, but Abram might have been smiling.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“By the end of the fight,” he was saying, “I saw enough to recognize she had some natural talent with the sword. It was the way she moved. It was raw and instinctual, but I saw promise. You must understand that most of the students who come to me are there mostly because it is part of their coursework, or a clan tradition to receive weapons training. They hone traditional skills it is unlikely they will ever use. Minstrel students are more musician than warrior, but weapons training is required for them. The Guardians believe they should be prepared for the world they wander in, and I quite agree. But it is rare to find a student with actual interest and talent.”
Stevic stared out the window. The courtyard had fallen into shadow and silence, empty of students. Even the pigeons seemed to have fled the grounds, giving it a gloomy and abandoned feel. “I had hoped Karigan would find a talent for something, but I never expected the sword.”
“Ah, but the sword is just a beginning. I had heard about her from other instructors. Complaints, mind you, except from her riding instructor, Master Deleon. Del said she excelled at riding. When I saw Karigan put Timas Mirwell on the ground, I thought maybe I could get her to work for something else and the sword would be just a beginning, that it would inspire her to seek out whatever it was she wanted to do with her life.”
Stevic turned his gaze to the arms master. “I am fortunate my daughter had such an instructor.”
Rendle grinned. “She was fortunate to have such a father.”
Stevic raised a brow.
“I once asked her what she wanted to do with her life,” Rendle said. “She told me, something adventurous. She wanted to be a merchant like her father. It is not many children who choose to follow their parents’ footsteps.”
Stevic stilled, letting it sink in. Then he slowly shook his head and turned back to the window and the shadows. He felt buffeted by a variety of emotions: elation, fear, sadness, desperation. Where was she? “She never told me.” His voice was taut.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Each evening, students performed in the common room. The inn provided an opportunity for aspiring minstrels to practice their craft in a real situation, and to earn coppers and silvers for tuition at the same time.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Karigan didn't think the sisters had gotten the better end of the deal, but this wasn't one of her father's bargaining sessions.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“The brightness of day darkened to night. Little could be seen except a rider, cloaked and hooded in gray, mounted on a shadowy horse. She felt unexplained attraction, coupled with fear, toward the rider. She was drawn inexorably closer to him. He twisted toward her. Though she couldn't see his features beneath his hood, she felt his cold gaze as if he could see her where she stood in the library. Icy daggers of fear pierced her heart.
Who are you? he demanded. Who watches?
She felt unseen eyes search for her, and felt his smile. The mirror goes both ways, he said.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“When she reached the final landing, she cast her sword aside for all time, and it could now be seen still tumbling across the night sky. It was dominant in spring, the sword tipped up in the "salute" position, and as the seasons progressed into early winter, the sword spiraled until the tip was planted downward in the "warrior at rest" position.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Like joy's brooch you brought back to us, they always fine their way home. These brooches are curious things. More curious than you know. New riders Will be called to the service, and they Will wear these same brooches. With the brooches they Will discover new talents and use them. Ween they retire from the service, or die, the brooch Will call out to someone new. It has always been this way.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“Abram spoke long into the night. His stories took shape slowly and deliberately”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“I rather fancy the story of Laurelyn the Moondreamer and how she built a castle of silver moonbeams, don’t you? Silver-mind it was called.”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider

“The creature prodded The Horse’s belly with an antenna. When he didn’t respond, it emitted a clicking sound, perhaps of approval. From The Horse, it sidled to the webbing, and moved up the line from the doe to the raccoon, then to Karigan. Eye stalks wavered as it inspected its prey. It poked her ribs with an antenna, and softly whistled to itself. Karigan jerked away and slapped her free hand at the antenna. “Get away!” But already the creature’s attention was on the spherical objects. It nudged one or two with its claw to a more satisfactory position, then trundled away. Karigan”
― Kristen Britain, Green Rider