416 Quotes by John Flanagan

Once, she came face-to-face with a heavyset man wearing a hooded short cloak. They came level with each other under one of the infrequent lanterns and she could make out only the lower half of his face. The upper half was shaded by the hood. She had an impression of a dark, full beard. In the shadow of his hood, his eyes were unblinking, staring at her.

Horace sniffed the pleasant smell of wood smoke from the chimney. “Hope they’re cooking something,” he said. “I’m starved.” “Who said that?” Will asked, feigning surprise and looking around in all directions. Then he pretended to relax. “Oh, it’s only you, Horace. I didn’t see you there in that cloak.” Horace favored him with a long-suffering look. “Will, if it wasn’t funny the first half-dozen times you said it, why do you think it would be funny now?” And.

Just time for a mug of coffee in the meanwhile.” Crowley was already beginning to work on a third arrow. “Good idea,” he said. Then he frowned as a thought struck him. “Have you noticed that Leander puts milk in his coffee?” Halt grunted. “The man’s a savage.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. “This from the man who laces his coffee with honey?” “Honey is natural,” Halt told him. “Milk is little short of an abomination.

Idiots, Halt muttered. If we were here to cause trouble, we could simply ride them both down.

Master Chubb?′ Malcolm asked. Halt grinned at the memory of that day. ‘He’s the chef at Castle Redmont. A formidable man, wouldn’t you say, Horace?’ Horace grinned in his turn. ‘He’s deadly with his wooden ladle,’ he said. ‘Fast and accurate. And very painful. I once suggested that he should give ladle-whacking lessons to Battleschool students.’ ‘You were joking, of course?’ Malcolm said. Horace looked thoughtful before he replied. ‘You know, not entirely.

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.

My name is Gilan. The King wants to see you.

Relax? he repeated incredulously. You’re going to fight an armored knight with nothing more than a bow and you tell me to relax? I’ll have one or two arrows as well, you know, Halt told him mildly, and Horace shook his head in disbelief.

It’s a walking cart,” Horace told him. “You get under it, so the spears won’t hit you, and go for a walk.