Quotes from Brian Jacques

Bring forth the deadly dagger of death!' Gauchee and Kastern came forward, bearing between them a red silk cushion. On it lay a long dagger which glittered wickedly in the firelight. Rowanoak chanted in the background

Aye, she'm cutten our tails off'n us wi' a single swipe, missie!

There were no seasons in the cave, only constant heat, and misty green opalescence.

They ploughed deeper into the vast woodland tracts, to areas where the tree canopy was so dense that only a soft, green light prevailed. It was mossy underpaw, and silent, the monolith trunks of giant trees reared upward, like columns of black stone.

Cheesethief's latest promotion was swift but brief. He never knew what it was that snuffed his life out!

It is not wise to be seen out in the open by hawks, if you are a dove.

Always use the sword to stand for good and right, never do a thing you would be ashamed of, but never let your heart rule your mind.

Three figures crossed the Abbey gardens as the moon broke from behind a drifting cloudbank. The nearby pond was bathed in a silver sheen, parts of the sandstone wall reflecting back a wavery bluish light.

Chuckling darkly over

When ye get the good times, don't stop to mope about the bad 'uns.

Only a fool rises to the bait of h'another fool.

Redwaaaaaaaalllll!

You'll never take me alive! I don't want you alive, rat!

Sometimes it's best to expect the worst. That way you're never disappointed.

even a fool with half an eye could see that you will never triumph against good if you are evil.

There'll always be vermin of that kind, with no respect for any creature, takin' what they please an' never carin' who they have to slay, as long as they get what they want. Peaceful creatures to them are weak fools. But every once in a while they come up against beasts like us, peace-lovin' an' easy-goin' until we're threatened. Win or lose then, we won't be killed, enslaved, or walked on just for their cruel satisfaction. No, we'll band together an' fight for what is ours!

fried fruit flapjacks.

Salad-anna-sconn, lookit yurr 'ee come.

If you don't like it, then y'can jolly well lump it.

Marto aturnd luv ones safetyus.

Marvellous places, kitchens. Full of food, y'know.

The Log-a-Log of all the Guosim was smiling, even though his eyes had closed for the last time. He had lived long enough to keep his promise to his friends. He had found their young ones.

Yes! Yes! Redwalllll! No warrior can swing the sword of Martin like him. Father! It's meeeeeee!

Wanna waterdrink, Rollo firstee," he pleaded.