John Flanagan

«Maybe we should have gone with him," he said, a few minutes after his friend was lost to sight.»

John Flanagan


«Will raised both eyebrows. 'Well, you learn a new thing everyday,' he said reflectively.»

John Flanagan


«Uphill? There's nothing up the hill," Colly said, trying desperately to work out where this conversation was going.»

John Flanagan


«Halt," said Horace, "I've been thinking..."»

John Flanagan


«S'mimasen," Alyss said repeatedly as they brushed against passerby.»

John Flanagan


«A hundred people is rather a large handful for the four of us to take on," Malcolm pointed out. "Do you have any ideas about how we're going to handle that task?"»

John Flanagan


«The Slave master named Mahmel Was a nasty kind of thug, so Stiggy dropped a rock on him and squashed him like a bug.»

John Flanagan


«Yes, I'm back," he said, "And look who I ran into."»

John Flanagan


«If you're a ghost," he said, "we mean you no disrespect. And if you're not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one»

John Flanagan


«You're dropping the bow hand as you release," he called, although Halt certainly wasn't.»

John Flanagan


«Horace, who had been trying to find out the meaning of Kurokuma for some time now, was pleased to hear the translation.»

John Flanagan


«If everything is done for me... how will I ever learn?»

John Flanagan


«He shook his head. He didn't know. He couldn't tell when he had woken fully. He walked to the horses. They definitely seemed alarmed. But then, they would. After all, he had just leapt to his feet unexpectedly, waving his saxe knife around like a lunatic.»

John Flanagan


«Looks like he's lost a guinea and found a farthing," Horace said, then added, unnecessarily, "Will, I mean."»

John Flanagan


«But what if I make a mistake?' Will asked.»

John Flanagan


«Gundar seemed to come to a decision.»

John Flanagan


«The tavern keeper, a wiry man with a sharp-nosed face, round, prominent ears and a receding hairline that combined to give him a rodentlike look, glanced at him, absentmindedly wiping a tankard with a grubby cloth. Will raised an eyebrow as he looked at it. He'd be willing to bet the cloth was transferring more dirt to the tankard then it was removing.»

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«I said, names aren't important," he repeated. There was a silence between them for some seconds, then the Ranger said: "Do you know what is important?"»

John Flanagan


«Isn't that someone we know?" asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge of the drainage ditch that ran beside the road.»

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«Butterfly?" Will said. "Why Butterfly?"»

John Flanagan