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The 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 Jacques

Step 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!
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Moles Otters Squirrels
Shake paws, count your claws, You steal mine, I’ll borrow yours. Watch my whiskers, check both ears. Robber foxes have no fears.
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Ears Paws Watches
The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
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Door Open Travellers Woodlands
Tell 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.
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Queens Robins Thinking
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
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Broke Sea White
Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I’d say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.
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Above Beyond Call Duty Hole
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Company Fate Fickle
Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
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Age Sometimes Young
The advice I continually give to young writers is this, “Learn to paint pictures with words.” Not just once upon a time, but … In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms …
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Age Blue Heart Writing
Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being.
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Extraordinary Moments Ordinary
Sala-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.
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Goal Thieves Warrior
Armel shrugged. “I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?” Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder.
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Brother Fighting Land
Who 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!
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Dreams Forgotten Kingdom Path Seems
The 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!
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Clear Eye Light Snap Snow
Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
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Magic Thinking Warrior
I 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.
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Naughty Thinking Unhappy

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