Quotes from John Flanagan

The point of this is, accidents happen. People tread on you. Nanny goats chew your hair.

I give you warning. You and your false god cannot stand against the power of Alseiass! Leave now or suffer the consequences! If I call on Alseiass, you will know pain such as you have never felt." "Well, priest, if I take my blade to your fat hide, you'll know some pain yourself!

It was a joke, Thorn. That was all. Just a joke." "A joke, my friend? No, I don't think so. A joke is when everyone can have a good laugh together. But when you do something that's spiteful and hurtful and causes misery to someone else, that's not a joke. That's cruelty.

You know us Rangers," Gilan replied. "We're notoriously bad when it comes to obeying orders.

Horace was big for his age and a natural athlete. The chances that he would be refused were virtually nonexistent. Horace was exactly the type of recruit that Sir Rodney looked for in his warrior apprentices. Strong, athletic, fit. And, thought Will a trifle sourly, not too bright.

I'll think of you when I'm tucked up in a warm bed at Castle Araluen and you're all out sleeping in muddy ditches and drafty barns." A chorus of cheerful abuse met this comment

was an old Ranger joke and they all smiled.

Hope we didn't break it," Edvin muttered. Hal shrugged. "It's not our bridge.

George!" he said, the relief evident in his voice. "Are you all right?" "No! I am not!" George replied with considerable spirit. "I have a whacking great arrow stuck through my arm and it hurts like the very dickens! How could anybody be all right in those circumstances?

It's only cheating if you're caught doing it. Otherwise, it's good tactics.

Don't practice until you get it right, practice until you never get it wrong

Once you best a man, never gloat. Be generous and find something in his actions to praise. He won't enjoy being bested, but he'll make a good face of it. Show him you appreciate it. Praise can win you a friend. Gloating will only ever make enemies.

Hello, Hal," she said. He took a deep breath. "Lotte. How are you?" he said, trying to make sure his voice didn't crack. His throat felt dry all of a sudden.

What have you packed for? A twelve-month grand tour around the country?

How long will you be gone?

Hal shrugged. "It's not our bridge.

Let's get something to eat." It was the best way he could think of to stop Horace worrying about his daughter.

As I said, when a person is unpopular, it's so easy to think badly of him

Halt seemed more antagonized by the fact that his brother didn't like coffee than by the fact that he had stolen the throne from him.

So there I was, lying on the ground, totally concealed from the Temujai, when a nanny goat started to chew my hair.

sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all.

I'll take your tent," Horace said. "You can sleep on the hard ground, rolled in your cloak. You're a Ranger, after all.

She's very good," he said to Horace. "Will has taught her well." "You're all very good," Horace said. "I can never see any of you once you start sneaking around." "Sneaking around?" said Gilan in a hurt voice. "We prefer to call it 'unseen movement.'" "Call it what you like," Horace said. "To me it's sneaking around.

The wagoner's eyes were wide open. The shock of what had just happened was frozen on his face. His own dagger was buried deep in his chest. 'He fell on his knife. He's dead.' the steward said. He looked up at the Ranger, but saw neither quilt nor regret in his dark eyes. 'What a shame,' said Will Treaty. Then, gathering his cloak around him, he turned and strode from the tent.