Quotes from John Flanagan

Then, marveling at the recuperative powers and endurance of the Ranger horse breed, he tightened the girths on Blaze's saddle and swung astride the bay, groaning softly as he did so. Ranger horses might recover quickly. Ranger apprentices took a little longer. It

Self-doubt is a disease. And if it gets out of control, it becomes self-fulfilling.

He hesitated a moment, shifted the load to his left arm and mimed a sword stroke in the air. Crowley looked over his shoulder at the serving boy with some concern. "Planning on beheading me, are you?" he asked. Rafe smiled at him. "No sir, Ranger. Just getting the right side, like. Just shift yourself over while I put these down, before I forget which side is which, now." Crowley

I want the word to go out that the strange ship with the red falcon ensign"—he gestured to Evanlyn's ensign, flying from the mast top—"is manned by dangerous, hairy maniacs with axes and is to be avoided at all costs." "That sounds like us," Gundar said cheerfully.

What if Halt were wrong?

Yes. A few weeks with people closer to his own age will do him good. After all, folk do say I can be a little grim from time to time." "You, Halt? Grim? Who could say such a thing?" Gilan said. Halt glanced at him suspiciously. Gilan was, all too obviously, just managing to keep a straight face. "You know, Gilan," He said, "sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all.

People always find it amusing when they see a friend suffering, Stig thought.

Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.

minds were running along similar lines. Will adjusted

People will think what they want to...Never take too much notice of it.

It is possible, of course...to want to do two different things at the same time. Then it just becomes a choice of knowing which one you want most.

the three first-year apprentices watched in awe as the two marksmen slammed arrow after arrow into the almost invisible targets. "Anytime before sunset would be fine," Will drawled.

Gilan took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye, one after the other. "Jump off the cliff. It'll be less messy that way.

Halt was about to indulge in what he called 'creative documentation'. Horace called it forgery.

What did he do? Your friend, I mean?" he asked. "He puked into his helmet," Will said. "Extensively," Horace added. The

The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He made a show of inspecting the ground, brushing aside a few twigs and rocks, then spread out a none-too-clean neckerchief and gestured for the King to sit. "There you go, my lord. Your royal bum should be comfortable there." The

I managed to find a spot where we had the wind from astern, a steep head sea on our starboard quarter and the tide race through the narrows at the same time. A few hours of that and our fierce horse soldiers were like little lambs—sick little lambs.

The sarcastic little know-it-all needs help, does he?

Do a few simple things really well, instead of a lot of complicated maneuvers that can go wrong in the heat of battle.

Self-doubt is a disease. And if it gets out of control, it becomes self-fulfilling. You have to learn from what happened...Use the experience to make you stronger.

I did," he replied ruefully. "But while I was busy watching the ground, I hit that branch with my head. Broke it clean in two.

Oh dear, oh deary me!" Thorn said in a ridiculous falsetto voice. "What are we going to do? It's twelve big hairy guardsmen and Mahmel in a natty green hat." It was all very well to joke about it, Hal thought, but the situation was serious.

My horse went lame about ten days back and I turned him loose.

My father replaced the handle and I replaced the head,' he said. 'But otherwise, it's completely original.