Salamandastron Quotes

“An early fly landed on Mara's eyelid.
She shooed it off with a dozy paw as she awakened to peachgold dawn stealing softly over the sleeping dunes.The land lay in a pool of serinity;the sand,now still and cool,awaited sun-warmed day.Somewhere a lark began trilling as it fluttered its morning ascent into the airy heights.”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest.
Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in its silent shroud.
Colder than ice that lay on water and hung in shards from branches and bushes.
Colder than these was the smile of Ferahgo the Assassin!”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“The dormouse was a jolly plump old fellow, clad in a rust-colored jerkin, his white beard curled and trimmed neatly. An infant mole, who could not sleep because of the onset of spring, sat beside him on a mossy beechlog in the orchard. Together they shared an early breakfast of oatcakes, hot from the kitchens, and two of last autumn’s russet apples. Dawn was touching the earth with its rosy paws, promising sunny spring days as a compensation for the long winter Redwall Abbey had endured. Soft white clouds with golden underbellies hung on the still air, dewdrops glistened on new green grass, budding narcissus and snowdrop awaited the coming of the sun-warmed day. The dormouse nodded sagely. “Soon be pickin’ a Nameday for this good season, aye, soon.” The small mole chewed slowly at his oatcake, wrinkling a black button snout as he gazed up at the elder. “You’m said you’m tell oi a story, zurr.”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“The dormouse polished an apple on his jerkin. “D’you like my stories, Burrem?” The little fellow smiled. “Burr aye, oi serpintly do, zurr!” His friend settled down comfortably on the grass, propping his back against the log. “Right then, it’s a good long one. We’ll have to break off for lunch and tea, supper, too, maybe. Ah well, here goes. Once upon a time . . .”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“Raptail blanched visibly as he bowed to Ferahgo. Nobeast, not even the Assassin himself, liked to do business with Farran the Poisoner. The black fox was not even part of the horde, he merely followed at a short distance, going and coming as he pleased. Raptail trotted off to do his master’s bidding, dodging around rocks and behind sand barriers.”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“Tugbutt”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron

“Mara knelt and clasped the big battle-scarred paws of the fallen badger Lord. Words tumbled out with her tears. “I came back too late. Now it is past the time when I could tell you what is in my heart. I have ranged far and wide to be back home here with you, and in that time I have slowly understood what you tried to teach me—you who were ever true to your own code of honor and duty. To everybeast you were Urthstripe the Strong, Lord of the mountain; so will your name be always remembered. You cannot hear me now, but I wish to add one more name to your title.” The young badger maid took both the lifeless paws and placed them on her bowed head as she spoke a single word: “Father!”
― Brian Jacques, Salamandastron