It’s easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.
BRANDON MULLIt’s easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.
BRANDON MULLI was vanquished by a deer!’ A giant magical flying deer with fangs,’ Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier. That sounds a little better,’ Warren conceded. ‘Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
BRANDON MULLMaking mistakes is part of learning to choose well. No way around it. Choices are thrust upon us, and we don’t always get things right.
BRANDON MULLI would read a book, okay, are you happy?” You had best be careful, Seth,” Grandma warned. “The love of reading can be contagious.” I just lost my appetite,” he declared.
BRANDON MULLIn their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
BRANDON MULLEveryone should get to clobber a princess at least once,” Jason said.
BRANDON MULLPlease don’t assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection
BRANDON MULLWe must set aside our wishes and give heed to reality. Nobody can accept the truth while hiding from it.
BRANDON MULLAn unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.
BRANDON MULLDo not threaten the supreme gigantic overlords. We do as we please.
BRANDON MULLSay no to death pies. Another good motto.
BRANDON MULLI’ll not have my grandson subjected to the humiliation of his reading becoming public. We have to cope with this disgrace discreetly — Grandma Ruth
BRANDON MULLCan you see the power emotion has to distort our outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day.” ~Fablehaven – Rise of the Evening Star
BRANDON MULLYou regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
BRANDON MULLShe refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.
BRANDON MULLDrake. He liked dangerous pies.” “Why did he join you?” “Who would eat pie that could take over your life? Why risk it?” “Focus. Why did he join you?” “Say no to death pies. Another good motto. I’m getting a headache.” p. 432
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