“In an ideal world, hed simply scrape the surface of his bottomless courage, carelessly slip off his horse, scratch his massive balls, and then stroll over to the Lair in his own good time. But this...”

“The thing I cant figure out, Axel turned to gaze directly at the gorgeous Elf. Is how we got drawn into this mess? A week ago we were just boys, bumbling about in our last year of study, and now we...”

“Tristan turned to face the Talon crowd and placed one hand on his own chest, Our parents think that compromise is a dirty word, a sign of weakness and neglect. They choose combat over concession ev...”

“Mick reached backwards without breaking eye contact and ran his hand across the door behind him, See this? he said. This is my door. And no-one is touching my door today. He shook his head slowly a...”

“Rotten, dirty, back-slapping, wine-quaffing, haemorrhoid-hosting, goat-shagging, fart-sniffing, Crispin-loving, gold-snatching bastards!!!”

“Jeffers stretched up on his toes to see the back of the mob, But James, were doing all this for you... We need this gold to build a united Alba. We need it to fund an army and to forge decisive lea...”

“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”

“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.”

“Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves,Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.”

“In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. Owen Barfield”

“The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I kno...”

“Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her wounds.Hugo?" Luke blinked.Hodge's bird. I think it was his bird, anyway. Maybe it was Valentine's."Hugin," Luke said ...”

“I miss the Stella girls telling me what I am. That I'm sweet and placid and accommodating and loyal and nonthreatening and good to have around. And Mia. I want her to say, "Frankie, you're silly, y...”