Quotes from Frank Beddor

Should' is my all time least favoriteword! It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up ourselves andothers.

Should' is my all time least favorite word. It's this sort of guilt inducing, finger wagging word that we use to beat up others and ourselves.

Whatever power I have is nothing if I can't use it to keep safe those who mean the most to me.

I miss tarty tarts.

Redd laughed. The lovely thing about being here, she said, gesturing at the maze, is that I'm able to immagine your imagination powerless. Ah, if only that were the case on the outside. But enough chitchat. If you're going to die--which you are--I'm sure you'd like to get it over with. --The Looking Glass Wars

For no matter what the world, men who deal in headwear are men to be trusted above any other.

Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.

The black, hungry roses that Redd sent snaking towards the princess were easily squashed, the orbs and and unmanned, airborne blades of effortlessly waved off, and the spears of black energy (Alyss was flattered, her aunt borrowing this idea from her) pinned motionless to the air by Alyss's own white spears with no trouble.

I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well, Redd said as, in the alcove, the final image dissolved. She blew at the cloud and it drifted out into the crypt. Has a malicious ruler ever suffered more? I think not.

What am I to do with you? Redd asked. M-maybe you could- Jack began. The Cat raised a paw. I know. It was a rhetorical question, fools! You don't answer it! Since when do I need help making anyone suffer?

Alice of Wonderland was stranded on Earth.

I'm stronger than you are, Redd.

The queen is head. Long live the queen...me. The platoon of renegade soldiers cheered. Redd kicked The Cat where he lay on the floor, tongue lolling in his mouth, the picture of death. Get up! You still have seven more lives. The Cat's eyes fluttered open. Find Alyss and kill her. With a wave of her hand, the looking glass was once again whole. The Cate jumped through, in prosuit of the only living Heart besides Redd.

I miss you, dad.

If I lived by some code, my actions would become predictable. The enemy would take advantage of this and I'd be killed. An honorable death doesn't exist. Death is death. But it's funny that survival and revenge require the same thing: no honor codes, no supposed higher principles to aspire to, no mercy

The only reason I don't kill him, he remember the woman saying, her voice sounding like the scrape of iron against iron, a corrosion of vocal cords, is because he's not important enough.

Without a twich of exertion, Redd sealed his lips with glue. Who wants to kill him? The Cat raised a paw. Siren and Alistare raised their hands. Mmmmmm mmm mmm, protested Jack.

Hatter! She would have hugged him if she hadn't thought he'd be bothered by the dislay of affection. Pterry good timing. Dodge smiled. A litte sooner and you would've been perfect.

When I give the go ahead, go ahead, Alyss said, the jungle gym having come to a stop less than a gwormmy-length from her face. What? the four General Doppels cried at once. Run when I say so.

Something stiffened, moved. Just as Alyss realized who it was, standing with bowed head at Sir Justice's grave-- Dodge . --He whirled around, the point of his sword aimed at her throat. Not the warmest way to great your... She was about tosay queen but changed her mind. ...friend.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. How could I have been so stupid? The Cat was trying to decide if this was a rhetorical question when she roared, It's a construct! With a dismiissive swing of Redd's arm, Alyss and her army began to shimmer, the billon points of engery that formed them monentarily visible before exploding apart into nothing. Redd scoped the queendom with her imagination's eye. Where are you, Alyss? Where is my dear little niece?

Redd stared at the bald head bent down before her. How refreshing Vollrath's sacrifice was. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't embarrasss himself with groveling or sniveling, or appeals to her nomexistent mercy. Thinking that he might still be helpful in finding her Looking Glass Maze, she said, I'm feeling generous today. You get to live.

It had been an annoyingly peacful time in Boarderland, Blister cranky and despressed because he hadn't filled anyone with pus for nearly an enitre lunar cycle.