See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
BRIAN JACQUESSee, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
BRIAN JACQUESArmel shrugged. “I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?” Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder.
BRIAN JACQUESWho rules o’er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? ‘Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!
BRIAN JACQUESThe door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
BRIAN JACQUESyour lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
BRIAN JACQUESSo here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
BRIAN JACQUESIt’s a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. -Boldred
BRIAN JACQUESSala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole. Though the quest may take its toll, We’ll march until we reach our goal.
BRIAN JACQUESEven the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others.” -Cornflower
BRIAN JACQUESI think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him…to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good.
BRIAN JACQUESFriar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!” Alarm spread across Hugo’s pudgy features.
BRIAN JACQUESSometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
BRIAN JACQUESThere are enough cowards in the world without killing a brave creature for so little reason.
BRIAN JACQUESHappiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
BRIAN JACQUESThe young mouse’s eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews!
BRIAN JACQUESWho knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
BRIAN JACQUES