Mg Quotes

“Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter”
― Richard Due, The Moon Coin

“Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled.
Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.”
― Richard Due, The Moon Coin

“Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb”
― Richard Due, The Moon Coin

“You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn”
― Richard Due, The Moon Coin

“I’m alive,” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!”
― Richard Due, The Moon Coin

“You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives amid toys and trinkets, stuffed monkeys and bears. You’re one of us now—the Tribe of the Teddy Bear.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear”
― J. Joseph Wright

“What’s going on?” Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.” She pulled a chair out and sat down.
Faye stared at her and said the words as quickly as she could. “I’m just going to give it to you straight as I can. Mila is a witch.”
Ingrid busted out with a laugh. “I wouldn’t call her that,” she said. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” She poured the juice into her glass and took a drink. “What did the brat do this time?” She set her glass down.”
― Taylor Keys, Double Bubble Boil and Trouble

“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?”
Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me, until Merlin. And then you.”
Perrotte bit back her exasperation, and said simply, “Go on.”
He twined his blunt-tipped fingers together, staring down at them. “I, erm. I found the falcon in the mews.” “So, it’s not true that there was nothing alive in the castle?”
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow.
“The falcon was dead!” Sand blurted out. “Stuffed and mounted, and then also damaged in the sundering. I mended him, and put him on the mantel, so I’d have something to talk to. But a couple days before you—you came upstairs—” He gestured helplessly at the bird, who stopped stripping water from its feathers just long enough to glare at the humans. Perrotte stared. “The bird came to life,” she whispered. “After you put it to rights, this falcon came to life. Just like me.”
“Well . . .”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“You’re not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge.” He paused and shook his head at himself. “And Perrotte’s away for a few minutes, and you’re talking to yourself again.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a hammer that had been broken only at the wooden handle and not any of the metal parts, and another hammer whose handle was whole while the metal was broken.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Perrotte frowned. “I’d like to turn a plowshare into a sword ,” she said. “I’d cut our way out of those thorns, and then use it to run my enemies through—” She bit off her next words and swallowed them. Sand stared at her, aghast. She met his eyes, defiant. “What? You don’t like bloodthirstiness?” she asked. “Pardon? No. I’m horrified that you would dull a sword on that thorn brake. I could make you some pretty good hedge shears.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”
“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”
“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?”
Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me into a fireplace here. So I guess the answer is, a miracle of Saint Melor. Or so I think. He has not told me.”
“If you are trying to antagonize him, you are doing a good job,” Perrotte whispered.
Sand scuffed his shoe at her. “I’m just telling the truth!”
“You’re very good at telling it in the most maddening way possible.”
“Thank you?”
― Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Most families have secrets. Locked deep within their family tree, these secrets are hidden from the rest of the world.
Now, it was said most families, because there is one family with one extraordinary secret. A secret so wonderful and terrific that its impact changed many lives forever.”
― Carolina Ugaz-Morán, Aline and the Blue Bottle

“Do good;
Do the impossible.
See what no one else can see,
And be brave.”
― T. Harriman, BURN THIS BOOK: THE 10,000-YEAR PLAN

“Someone else stirred, scurried to the threshold and breathed in the cold night air. Liquid shadows were moving, under the trees that surrounded the trail. Eva heard the howl of wolves! "Go with them, Tag," Eva whispered. "Black-Claw, you can go ahead!”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“I'm looking for a lighthouse," said Snugs, full of hope, "filled with sand in lots of different colours!"
"Are they expensive?" the two moose chimed together.”
― Suzy Davies, Snugs The Snow Bear

“But even though I didn’t think he liked me very much, at least he hadn’t called me any names or told me I smelled like death.
So that was an improvement.”
― Joanne Levy, Sorry For Your Loss

“Captain Lightowler was in a very jovial mood that morning. The deckhands had been sweeping and mopping the deck, and the cabin maids were dusting, polishing, and tidying the cabins. The engineers on board who looked after the ship so everything in the engine room ran smoothly, had checked everything was in order.”
― Suzy Davies, Snugs The Snow Bear