Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they’re never really gone. Somewhere they’re watching over you and they’re always there inside your heart. -Martin
BRIAN JACQUESSometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they’re never really gone. Somewhere they’re watching over you and they’re always there inside your heart. -Martin
BRIAN JACQUESI sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc… to find success writing children’s novels.
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 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 JACQUESyour lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
BRIAN JACQUESStep aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin’ mole or a befuddled badger!
BRIAN JACQUESThe more ‘otter it is, the more ‘otter otters likes 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 JACQUESFriend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship’s sake.
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 JACQUESTell the Queen that there’s been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders.
BRIAN JACQUESEach of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred.
BRIAN JACQUESThe Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear.
BRIAN JACQUESWhere’s the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?
BRIAN JACQUESWho knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
BRIAN JACQUESHappiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
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