The Lost Mage Quotes

“You understand that we’ll be in loads of trouble if we do that? Chatta alone will skin both of us.” I waved this away. “I live in a state of constant danger. Most of it self-inflicted.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Catching the look of surprise on my face, the priest gave me a feral grin. “I think that was not the thing you wanted.” “You’re right,” I agreed. Even as I kicked myself for not grabbing the butcher knife, the absurdity of the situation tickled my funny bone. I was fighting a priest with a soup ladle, of all things. “I’ll give you a moment to switch weapons if you wish,” he offered generously. “Naw, it’s fine. It’s more fun this way.” I meant it, too.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“When she’s mad at me, she’s terrifying, but I think she’s cute when she’s mad and beating up bad priests. You don’t think so? No? Fine, it’s just me, then.” Becca gave me that patented ‘Adults are strange’ look and ignored me,”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“as there was a distinct possibility it was me she was angry with, which never led to pleasant things. “Please don’t glare at me so; it wounds me to my very soul. If you wish to beat up the priests until you feel better, then by all means, don’t let me stop you. Stomp on them until your heart is satisfied. I won’t deprive you of the pleasure.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“You said the storm helped.” Actually, Aletha had said that…no, don’t correct a woman in a bad mood. That was one of the cardinal sins of the universe.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“I’m not sure which worries me more,” Aletha said to the air in general. “The fact that you’re arguing with a cat, or that you understand what he’s saying.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Well, I figured it this way. If it was a priest, it would be one less to worry about. If it was you, you’d duck.” “I find your faith in my dodging abilities a tad alarming, darling.” “Why? You ducked, didn’t you?”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Shad.” “Yes?” “Did you just beat up three priests with a ladle?” “I did. Wow, I’m impressive! Are you impressed? ‘Cause I’m impressed.” Aletha’s look at me did not convey the emotion of impressed. Rather the opposite, actually. “Seriously? You have a perfectly good sword strapped to your side and you pick up a ladle?”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Hey, this thing wasn’t half-bad to fight with. I twirled it in my hands like a theatrical swordsman and gave a savage grin at the other two priests. “Next!”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Why, why are you stupid enough to keep wearing the hoods even when your Order is disbanded by mandate from the king?” I asked them rhetorically, shaking my head at their foolishness. “Not that it doesn’t make my job easier, mind. In fact, if you simply must adhere to your fashions, don’t let me stop you.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Cloud, still on orders, took me directly to Aletha without worrying about stray arrows flying about his head. He stopped in front of her with a pleased swish of the tail and glanced back at me, eyes saying, Didn’t I do good? “You did great,” I praised him, patting him on the neck. “Good horse.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“She paused before adding thoughtfully, “You’d excel in the role of crazy uncle, actually.” I preened at the praise. “Why, thank you, darling.” “My pleasure,” she returned with a coy bat of the eyelashes.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Wait, maybe this was better. After all, Tail didn’t have an ounce of obedience in him and had the human smarts to evade me. Did I really want to deal with a rambunctious, intelligent stallion? Aletha might have a point. I should have thought this through a little more before experimenting.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“I had to admit, it was a bit weak. But then, what she’d failed to consider was I had an ace up my sleeve. Eyebrow cocked, her eyes studied my face for a long moment. “You plan to let Garth get you out of this situation, don’t you?” I reeled in my saddle as if shocked. “You can read minds now?!”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“We are supposed to keep things low-key, remember?” “I promise to beat them up silently,” she retorted sweetly. Why was I even worrying about her? It was the possible lechers that needed my sympathy.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“On second thought, “How do you know all this, anyway?” “I have younger siblings.” So did I! Although, come to think of it, my mother had never trusted me to look after them for any length of time.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Because she was as crazy as I was? No, I’d better not say that. I had better sense than to say that when she was within arm’s reach of me. That was the sort of thing you told a woman with a castle between you, with battlements and walls and magical wards to keep you protected. I went with the safer response. “You know, you’re right.” “I”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“It never ceased to amaze me that she could say all of that in one breath. At first, I was worried that she would run out of air and faint right in front of me,”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Aletha cleared her throat in a meaningful way. Pausing, I glanced up. “What?” “You fought the priests last time,” she informed me primly. “Yes, I did. Oh, are we taking turns? We are? Since when? I mean, we’ve never taken turns before when enemies approached, we just sort of went yaaarrghhh and rushed ‘em.” A”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“I didn’t care if the morning dew was seeping into my blankets. I wanted sleeeep. “Shad, that includes you.” “I’m sorry, I can’t leave my blankets right now,” I muttered through the cloth. “They have accepted me as one of their own, and if I leave now, our relationship will be forever ruined. I must commune with them a while longer.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Just in case that didn’t completely do the trick, I scooped up the metal frame and put it on the counter, where I used the ladle to beat it completely out of shape. Huh. This thing came in rather handy. I eyed it thoughtfully. “Can I keep the ladle?”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“She took in the situation with a quick glance around her, then her head flopped against my shoulder in a clear gesture of frustration. “Again?” she asked plaintively. “What?” I asked in mock-surprise. “You don’t find ambushes in the dead of night to be fun? Where’s your sense of adventure?”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Becca, I’ll explain it when you’re thirty.” “Why?” “Because you’re too young to know.” She paused and considered that. “You’re not thirty and you know.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Try explaining all of that to her instincts, though. It wouldn’t work. That was the trouble with instincts—they often fed into one feeling at the expense of something else.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“Caves are simply wonderful for giving shelter to weary and stranded travelers. But in a strategic sense, they’re equally terrible. They are the worst fatal funnels in the history of fatal funnels,”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“I cackled like a mad hen. I had a Jaunten cat and I knew how to use him…. If anyone had been watching they’d have thought we were barmy for sure.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage

“What is that smell?” “Dying-sea-creature, I do believe,” I informed her mock-cheerfully. “Flavored with decaying kelp and rotting-something-or-other, all for your sensual pleasure.”
― Honor Raconteur, The Lost Mage