Quotes About Adventure

Much travel is needed before a raw man is ripened. Arab

Now to find Tristan, if he survived the excitement. I hope he did. I have some things to say to him, and none of them are 'Goddess bless'. -Numair Salmalin

We're on a hunt, Cooper. When you're on a hunt, you do whatever it takes.

Tortall and the Queens Riders!

I just want to be a warrior maiden and go on adventures. I don't want to fall in love

All these things Alanna knew from her father's books and maps, but the reality took her breath away as a paragraph written in a book never could.

This is what I've come to, he said mournfully. Following little birdies

She wanted an extra advantage today, more than she'd had in training with Raoul or knights like Jerel. When the trumpet blared, she told Peachblossom, Charge. Muscles bunched under her. The gelding flew at his top speed down the dirt lane, hooves thundering in packed dust. For those brief seconds Kel felt like an army of one. She loved no one so much as her horse.

Locks are for the unimaginative.

It was like trying to balance on a pair of knife blades. Who had thought of this mad form of travel in the first place? And why had no one locked them up before they passed their dangerous ideas on to others?

Come on, Stork Boy, aren't you excited?

Aniki set her pot on the bench and scooped Pounce up. "I like bad lads with black hearts," she proclaimed. Pounce struggled madly. This is undignified! he said. I am not a toy!

I leave you mages to it. I'm going to camp and torture some trainees.

Take care or her, Coram Smythesson! Alanna's old friend looked surprised. And here I thought the best part of ridin' with a knight was that she would be lookin' after me.

if she ever married, she hoped that she would have as much fun with it as Kol and Matazi seemed to.

Thats what Traders do, we find roads and we follow them.

Safety is an illusion and perhaps it's better to challenge it sometimes, to see how far we can go, to learn about the stuff we are made of.

Charter boats are like books with no covers.

Sometimes, you can't help seeing yourself as the hero of your own story.

Down the stairs again leapt Art. She whirled across the lower landing, her head full of barking cannon, towering rigging, the creak of timbers, the voice of her mother, Molly. Before her eyes floated the golden oasts of Amer Rica, Persis, and Zanzibari, dolphins springing like silver bullets from the blue mouths of the waves. 'Her father must be fetched!' shouted Miss Eeble. 'She has gone mad!' 'Sane,' remarked Art. 'Gone sane.

Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run. Stay and bite, said the peeve.

My felicitations," he said himself aloud, and in Mercurio's tones. "You have got away.

Fine living is not for you, lads, eh? Well, go out and play in the streets for a while, my honeys.

Shaina began to walk very fast over the mountain side and westwards towards the delicate, gloomily-shining fang of the witch's mountain.