The Sorcerer in the North Quotes

“You had this young man with you for... what, six years?"
Halt shrugged. "Near enough," he replied.
"And did you ever understand a word he was saying?"
"Not a lot of the time, no," Halt said.
Crowley shook his head in wonder. "It's just as well he didn't go into the Diplomatic Service. We'd be at war with half a dozen countries by now if he was on the loose."
Will drew a deep breath to begin talking. He noticed that both men took an involuntary half step backward and he decided he'd better try to keep it as simple as possible.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Halt! How are you? What have you been doing? Where's Abelard? How's Crowley? What's this all about?"
"I'm glad to see you rate my horse more important than our Corps Commandant," Halt said, one eyebrow rising in the expression that Will knew so well. Early in their relationship, he had thought it was an expression of displeasure. He had learned years ago that it was, for Halt, the equivalent of a smile.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“I circled the site before I came in. If there's anyone within five kilometers, I'll eat my quiver."
Halt regarded him, eyebrow arched once more. "Anyone?"
"Anyone other than Crowley," Will amended, making a dismissive gesture. "I saw him watching me from that hide he always uses about two kilometers out. I assumed he'd be back in here by now."
Halt cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, you saw him, did you?" he said. "I imagine he'll be overjoyed to hear that." Secretly, he was pleased with his former pupil. In spite of his curiosity and obvious excitement, he hadn't forgotten to take the precautions that had been drilled into him. THat augured well for what lay ahead, Halt thought, a sudden grimness settling onto his manner.
Will didn't notice the momentary change of mood. He was loosening Tug
saddle girth. As he spoke, his voice was muffled against the horses's flank. "he's becoming too much a creature of habit," he said. "he's used that hide for the last three Gatherings. It's time he tried something new. Everyone must be onto it by now."
Rangers constantly competed with each other to see before being seen and each year's Gathering was a time of heightened competition. Halt nodded thoughtfully. Crowley had constructed teh virtually invisible observation post some four years previously. Alone among the younger Rangers, Will had tumbled to it after one year. Halt had never mentioned to him that he was the only one who knew of Crowley's hide. The concealed post was the Ranger Commandant's pride and joy.
"Well, perhaps not everyone," he said. Will emerged from behind his horse, grinning at the thought of the head of the Ranger Corps thinking he had remained hidden from sight as he watched Will's approach.
"All the same, perhaps he's getting a bit long in the tooth to be skulking around hiding in the bushes, don't you think?" he said cheerfully. Halt considered the question for a moment.

"Long in the tooth? Well, that's one opinion. Mind you, his silent movement skills are still as good as ever," he said meaningfully.
The grin on Will's face slowly faded. He resisted the temptation to look over his shoulder.
"He's standing behind me, isn't he?" he asked Halt. THe older Ranger nodded.
"He's standing behind me, isn't he?" Will continued and Halt nodded once more.
"Is he...close enough to have heard what I said?" Will finally managed to ask, fearin teh worst. This time, Halt didn't have to answer.
"Oh, good grief no," came a familiar voice from behind him. "he's so old and decrepit these days he's as deaf as a post."
Will's shoulders sagged and he turned to see the sandy-haired Commandant standing a few meters away.
The younger man's eyes dropped.
"Hullo, Crowley," he said, then mumbled, "Ahhh...I'm sorry about that."
Crowley glared at teh young Ranger for a few more seconds, then he couldn't help teh grin breaking out on his face.
"No harm done," he said, adding with a small note of triumph, "It's not often these days I amange to get the better of one of you young ones."
Secretly, he was impressed at teh news that Will had spotted his hiding place. Only the sarpest eyes could have picked it. Crowley had been in the business of seeing without being seen for thirty years or more, and despite what Will believed, he was still an absolute master of camouflage and unseen movement.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“You won't get much with only ten men," Will said, in a reasonable tone of voice. Gundar snorted angrily.
"Ten? I've got twenty-seven men behind me!" There was an angry growl of assent from his men-although Ulf didn't join in, Gundar noticed.
This time, when the Ranger spoke, there was no trace of the pleasant, reasonable tone. Instead, the voice was hard and cold.
"You haven't reached the castle yet," Will said. "I've got twenty-three arrows in my quiver still, and a further dozen in my packsaddle. And you've got several kilometers to go-all within bowshot of the trees there. Bad shot as I am, I should be able to account for more than half your men. Then you'll be facing the garrison with just ten men.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Don't concentrate on the obvious. They might want you to miss something else.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“The the uncertainty was dispelled and the melancholy lifted as he saw a familiar stocky figure moving near one of the tents.
"Halt!" he cried out gladly, and a slight pressure with his knees set Tug galloping through the deserted Gathering site. The dog, caught by surprise, barked once, then shot in pursuit like an arrow from a bow.
The grim-faced Ranger straightened from the fire at the sound of his former student's voice. He stood, hands on hips and a frown on his face as Will and Tug careered toward him. But inside, there was a lightening of his heart that he never failed to feel when in Will's company. Not for the first time, the realization hit Halt that Will was no longer a mere boy. No one wore the Silver Oakleaf if he hadn't proven himself to be worthy. Despite himself, he felt a surge of pride.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“The mace prodded
Will in the back again. That little habit was starting to annoy him and he was tempted to take the weapon from the sergeant major and do a little prodding of his own.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“It's a lot easier to heal an
injured body than a damaged soul.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Face your fears, Halt had always thought him, and more often than not they fade like mist in the sunshine”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Be beholden to no one, he had said. Make sure you owe nobody any favors.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“You'd be surprised what people will believe. Usually, the bigger and the more improbable the lie, the more willing they are to believe it.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Greybeard Halt is a friend of mine
He lives on Redmont hill
Greybeard Halt never took a bath
And they say he never will!


Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
I’ll see you on your way


Greybeard Halt, he lost a bet
He lost his winter cloak
When winter comes, Halt stays warm
By sleeping 'mongst the goats.


Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
I'll see you on your way.


Greybeard Halt, he lives with goats
That's what I’ve heard tell
He hasn’t changed his socks for years
But the goats don't mind the smell!


Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
I’ll see you on your way


Greybeard Halt is a fighting man
I’ve heard common talk
That Greybeard Halt, he cuts his hair
With his saxe knife and fork!


Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Greybeard Halt
I’ll see you on your way”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“As I said, when a person is unpopular, it's so easy to think badly of him”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer in the North

“Remember, Halt had told him, our task is to assist the barons but our first loyalty is to the King. We are the direct representatives of the King’s will and sometimes that may not exactly coincide with local interests. We cooperate with the barons and we advise them. But we maintain our independence from them. Don’t allow yourself to become indebted to your baron, or to become too close to the people of the castle.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“Ranger carries the lives of two dozen men with him, the old saying went.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“Face your fears, Halt had always taught him, and more often than not they will fade like mist in the sunshine.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“After I disappeared, the locals put two and two together and got seven.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“Will glanced down at the dog, who was looking up at him, her tail moving slowly. It seemed she was quite content to see the arrow hit Buttle anywhere at all, he mused.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“misgivings were the beginning of a miss. Anxiety over a missed shot all too often rewarded itself with the very result that it sought to avoid.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“Every fiber of his being wanted to run, to get to the stables as quickly as he could. But he forced himself to walk casually, to avoid attracting attention to himself,”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“As a jongleur, however, it was totally in character for him to make jokes at the slightest opportunity. Even bad ones. Especially bad ones, he amended.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“glanced at the cabin, wondering if Will kept a tribe of women here with him.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“that Graybeard Halt he cuts his hair
with a carving knife and fork.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“Usually, the bigger and the more improbable the lie, the more willing they are to believe it.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“There was nothing he could do about it, so there was no point worrying about it.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“I see your capacity for addition has improved,”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“A Ranger carries the lives of two dozen men with him, the old saying went. Edwina thought then that John Buttle might need to watch his”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“You’d be surprised what people will believe. Usually”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“He’s camped in the woods there with half a dozen message pigeons if we have anything to report.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North

“It’s just as well he didn’t go into the Diplomatic Service. We’d be at war with half a dozen countries by now if he was on the loose.”
― John Flanagan, The Sorcerer of the North