War Bunny Quotes

“You were born a prey animal but you don't have to die as one." -Anastasia Bloody Thorn”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Turn your face from me, Hunger Mother. Do not bless me with want this day. Forget me, as one day when the hunting is all done, I will surely forget you.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Chek chek chek chek chek, Chek chek chek chek chek chek chek, Chek chek chek chek chek. —Classic squirrel haiku”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny: Book 1 of the War Bunny Chronicles

“Admission to the Amazing Glorification & Resurrection of Foxes, Terrible Punishment of Hawks, and General Spanking of Weasels By the Rabbit Without Antecedents is three nuts, as is clearly stated in my jingle.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“If there’s no coyote, he’s behind you.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Ooo, a pistachio. Exotique”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Juliette’s hackles rose. “Our blood was spilled. By a rabbit,” she said, struggling to keep her voice civil. “What are we going to do about it?” “Why do we have to do anything?” asked a small, bright-eyed fox named Ariel. Juliette’s shoulders rose, and her ruff as well. “A fox was attacked … by lunchmeat! This is an abomination. Do you not agree?”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny: Book 1 of the War Bunny Chronicles

“Some of you will hurt me. Some will stand fast with me. Some will undo all that I hold most dear,’ saith the Loved One. ‘And I will love you all.’ Book of Windgrass 21:17.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny: Book 1 of the War Bunny Chronicles

“Shakily, she touched the left side of the entryway three times, then the right side three times. She quietly sang an ancient couplet. “Hush little baby, don’t you cry, Fox won’t hear and he’ll pass right by.” Then she touched the floor twice. “Not this again,” hissed Briar, shoving her forward with his large chest. “Stop your crazy little paw dance and get in there.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny: Book 1 of the War Bunny Chronicles

“Bricabrac, rummaging through his pack, “a very fine piece of workmanship by the Dead Gods: this burrow protector.” He took out a large metal thumbtack. “Check it out, friend. Punch this up through a leaf to anchor it. Place it in the mouth of your burrow and cover it with a fine layer of dirt. You know where it is, but no one else does. Some no-goodnik comes up—maybe a weasel?— and thinks he’s gonna sneak in and surprise you, right? That would be bad news! But he steps on this burrow protector and suddenly, he’s got a metal thorn in his paw. Does he scream? You bet he does. Goodbye, surprise.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny: Book 1 of the War Bunny Chronicles

“Sometimes, when you invite someone to dinner, you don’t want them to ever go home.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“I’m Death Rage,” said the mouse. “Oh, that’s nice,” said Bricabrac. “Very feminine.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Two little bunnies went up a hill, One came back and the other lay still.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“I cannot believe that deliberately setting out to kill another creature is what Loving Auntie wants us to do. Yah is love. Book of Heather, 19:3.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Fireann orra eagal bàis.”43 Her scent was like dust and ashes, and her rumbling voice vibrated in their ears.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Moonrise rabbit, rabbit in the evening, Kind and patient, wise are you, Starshine rabbit, rabbit in the night time, Soon you’ll sleep…” Her voice soared here on a long and intricate melisma. “…and the world begins anew.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“So Mabel lifted her voice and led the congregation of rabbits through the ancient rabbit end-of-life hymn. “Sunrise rabbit, rabbit in the morning, Strong and bold and bright are you, Brightshine rabbit, rabbit in the noon time, With your children, sweet and true.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“It was the rats who first learned to read. And the first word they learned was ‘poison.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Magnificent. 40 My mouth is watering. 41 Turds. 42 Literally, “badger.” Figuratively, “Jerk.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“He crouched there, surrounded by the cozy clutter of his familiar things: soft moss, nuts, leaves, pieces of fruit, shiny stones, some twigs he was gnawing on, and the page that Freddie had given him that said “…oga for kids” on it, leaning against the wall.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Squirrel on ground? Why why why? Ground is where Squirrel go to die.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“What is squirrel doing on ground? Tree is place for squirrel. Ground is death. Tree is life. Stupid stupid stupid!”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Giggling, they shimmied off down the passage together. “How many bunnystones? Many bunny moneystones, Many bunny honeystones? Yummy yummy yummy bones.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“The first weasel snickered and started chanting. “How many moneystones? Many, many moneystones.” The other weasel joined in. “How money manystones? Money money manystones.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“When I see the Blessed, I feel a rapture in my heart. And I am rooted to the earth.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“The plainsong cascaded from her. “I remember when the moon was nearby”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“They looked at each other as they came, and the older ones kept the younger ones near them. “I…” Again the long melisma.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“I remember when the sea was fresh water”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“Words began to stream from her in bright plainsong.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“She could feel truth welling up from within her. When the world was young, before the rain ran down the newborn rock, leaching the salt from the stones and carrying it to the fresh blue sea, I was here.”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny