So yeah, maybe this will be the rest of our lives. Pot roast and Diet Cokes and my parents making eyes at each other. As for those slaps and punches and hateful words, we'll just sweep those under the rug or wherever they can go.
— Travis ThrasherHome should never be dark or full of shadows and secrets. It should be bright and full of open doors. It should be full of stories wanting to be told.
— Travis ThrasherAnd you came back to Lyrian?' Galloran said in disbelief.'Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose. I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn't ditch Rachel.'Galloran smiled. 'Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
— Brandon MullThere are a thousand beautiful things behind that look. A marvelous sort of ache that only a few people know about. Some miraculous sort of sorrow she's managed to walk away from.
— Travis ThrasherSuddenly, I can't move. I can't speak. I am set in stone, but it's a glorious chiseled sort of stone.
— Travis ThrasherTo love you fully is to love you in every way possible, even in the smallest, most inconspicuous ways that will eventually all lead back to you.
— Ninya TippettYou look tired,' Rachel told Jason.'I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.'Can't you?' Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. 'I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.'I probably could today,' Jason conceded.
— Brandon MullIt was an emergency!' Seth blurted. 'Read my lips - emergency reading - not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?'You had best be careful, Seth,' Grandma warned. 'The love of reading can be contagious.'I just lost my appetite,' he declared...
— Brandon MullYou’re free to dream however you wish,” Nollin teased. “But don’t ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic—”“Then don’t ask us to share your weakness!” Jason interrupted.
— Brandon MullRolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. 'We're going to win,' he said, his voice calmer, less strained. 'This is nothing. Keep going. They can't stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her . . . Tell her I'm sorry. Tell her . . . I wanted . . . To show her . . . My little valley. Tell her I tried.'His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. 'Shhh,' she whispered. 'Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. We'll take it from here.'Failie,' he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. 'Where's my seed?' His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him.
— Brandon Mull