Quotes from John Flanagan

So, not expecting to see anyone, he failed to do so.

You wait till it's over and see who's won," he said. "Then you know those were the right risks to take.

We're not big on that sort of thing. We wait for our leader to point to an enemy and say, 'Go whack him.

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

Ik ben Cassandra,' zei ze. 'Ik ben de prinses van deze stapel bakstenen.

Face your fears, Halt had always taught him, and more often than not they will fade like mist in the sunshine.

he's bad at, and hires someone who's good at it to take care of it for him.

Now if you two will excuse us, we'll get back to the relatively simple business of planning a war,' he said.

Die familie heeft weinig geluk met gooiende vrouwen,' stelde Gilan droog vast. Lydia keek hem niet-begrijpend aan. 'Tja, Cassandra schakelde zijn broer met haar slinger uit, en nou heb jij hem met een pijl doorboord.

Usually, the bigger and the more improbable the lie, the more willing they are to believe it.

I've heard that the pen is mightier than the sword," Gilan said. "But I never knew the inkwell could be mightier than the dagger.

Good boy,' she said and swung herself easily up and into the saddle. And all hell broke loose. Bumper seemed to spring off the ground from all four feet, arching his back and throwing her off balance. Then he came down with a teeth-jarring crash and promptly put his head down, exploding his rump up into the air.

It took years of training to achieve the level of silence with which a Ranger could move.

He looks like me." Then he added darkly, if not logically, "And he'd better stop doing it if he knows what's good for him!

I don't know. I don't know. And . . . I don't know

Now," he said, "all you have to do is learn to use them. And you know what that means, don't you? Will nodded his head, grinning. "A lot of practice

You're not built for riding, either," Horace added. "I'd say more saddle sore than homesick." Svengal sighed ruefully, shifting his buttocks for the twentieth time to find a more comfortable spot. "It's true," he said. "I've been discovering parts of my backside I never knew existed.

HALT AND WILL HAD BEEN TRAILING THE WARGALS FOR three days. The four heavy-bodied, brutish creatures, foot soldiers of the rebel warlord Morgarath, had been sighted passing through Redmont Fief, heading north. Once word reached the Ranger, he had set out to intercept them, accompanied by his young apprentice.

Even though it was after midnight, the lights were still burning in Baron Arald's office when Halt and Gilan reached the castle. The Baron and Sir Rodney, Redmont's Battlemaster, had a lot of planning to do, preparing for the march to the Plains of Uthal, where they would join the rest of the kingdom's army. When Halt explained Gilan's need, Sir Rodney was quick to see where the Ranger's thinking was headed.

And what's the first rule between masters and apprentices?" he asked her. She heaved a deep sigh. "If a job is dirty and unpleasant or uncomfortable, it's a job for the apprentice," she replied.

In his experience, when a person suggested that someone needed to be elected leader, they often had themselves in mind for the position.

People rarely notice what they don't expect to see.

Maybe the wind will get up again," he added hopefully. "Maybe," Jesper replied. He sounded a lot less hopeful about it. "I've found in the past that when you're in a jam and you really need something to happen, it usually doesn't.

Oh, it's a case of they think I'll think that they'll do A, so they'll do B because I wouldn't think they'd think of that but then because I might think I know what they're thinking they'll do A after all because I wouldn't think they'd think that way," Will said.