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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!

Brian Jacques

your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
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Doors May Roaming
There are enough cowards in the world without killing a brave creature for so little reason.
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Brave Coward World
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you…all the young ones of the earth belong to you in friendship. Be good to them. -Breeze, to Sunflash the Mace
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Breeze Earth Young
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
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
Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
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Dream Happiness Knows Land
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
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
Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others.” -Cornflower
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Compassion Heart Sometimes
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
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
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
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Grow Up Heart More Over
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore
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
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

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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