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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.

Brian Jacques

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
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
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
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
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore
Now, I’m to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg… ‘I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, that’s not right. I must tellt he robin taht Cludd has been hanging the Queen.
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Fortunata Hanging Queen Right
A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.
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Brave Fearless Heart
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
It’s a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. -Boldred
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Littles Long Warrior
The more ‘otter it is, the more ‘otter otters likes it
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Cities Likes More Otters
Where’s the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?
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Fighting Foe Slaying
So 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!
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Ago Long Night Wind
Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!” Alarm spread across Hugo’s pudgy features.
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Broken Friends Old Voice
I love book signings: kids waiting in line for you to scribble on their new books, haha!
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Book Kids Line Waiting
Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.
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Games Play Trying
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

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