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Brian Jacques

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
Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
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Dream Happiness Knows Land
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore
I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc… to find success writing children’s novels.
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Children Thinking Writing
Each 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.
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Dark Each Night Shinning Stars
Good fortune go with you, to your journey’s end, let the waters run calmly, for you, my dear friend.
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Dear Fortune Friend Good
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.
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Follow Heart Mouse Small
He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!
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Law Mace Paws Woe
Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.
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Honor Long Skills
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Company Fate Fickle
Friend 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.
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Deeds Sake Sound
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.
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Dream Memories Night
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
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 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

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