Spellsinger Quotes

“Failing a change of gender, I imagined myself Amelia Earhart or Joan of Arc.” “You can’t change your sex,” he told her sympathetically, “and you can’t go back in time, but you could have tried for the astronaut training.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“Mudge! Are you saying he lied to us?” “No. ’E couldn’t do that, not and keep ’is wizardry powers. But there be direct truth and then there be spiral truth, as me sainted mother used t’ tell me.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“But there be direct truth and then there be spiral truth, as me sainted mother used t’ tell me.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“You’re a damn sight worse than asleep, man. The granbit choke you and make you throw up your bowels, if you be lucky enough t’ catch it. I’m finished with it, if it means encounterin’ the likes o’ you. And if you follow me, I’ll slit you from mouth to arse and hasten the process. Keep your damned apology then, and take this parting gift in return.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“What for? Were you going to eat it?” “Nay.” The otter’s tone was bitterly sarcastic. “I were goin’ t’ tie the bloody two-legs ’round me neck and wear it as a bloody pendant, I was.” His whiskers quivered with his rage. “Try t’ play the smartyarse with me, will you? I suppose you be thinkin’ your size will protect you?”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“Tut! They were justified in their feelings, if not the extremity of their reaction.” He winked with his unglassed eye. “I was doubtless guilty of some indelicate prestidigitation of the dice. My mistake was that I was found out. “If they had actually caught and killed me, of course, I would have been somewhat more upset.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger

“As to wot they be, that’s another nice little mystery. ’Bout the best description I ever ’eard of ’em was that they’re the things you seen when you turn your ’ead and there’s nothin’ there, but you’re sure there was somethin’. Gneechees are wot you almost see out o’ the corner o’ your eye, and when you turn to look at it, it’s gone. They’re the almost-wases, the nearly theres, the maybe-couldbes. They’re always with us and never there.”
― Alan Dean Foster, Spellsinger