2,981 Quotes About Adventure

Crysco Gringo longed for immortality and riches and power and infamy. While thieving made him rich, it also shortened his life. He considered that a fair trade.

There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon.

Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed.

One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth.

The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.

For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.

This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.

We must treat with respect our world and all upon it. Túwaqachi is not inherited from our ancestors; it has been loaned to us by our children.

Every voyage is self-awaken.