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“Hail to St. Aegolius Our Alma Mater. Hail, our song we raise in praise of thee Long in the memory of every loyal owl Thy splendid banner emblazoned be. Now to thy golden talons Homage we're bringing. Guiding symbol of our hopes and fears Hark to the cries of eternal praises ringing Long may we triumph in the coming years. - The Owls of St. Aegolius”

Quote by Kathryn Lasky

Work

Guardians of Ga'Hoole Collection: Legend of the Guardians

This series of books follows the adventures of a band of young owls as they embark on a perilous journey to restore peace to their home, the mythical kingdom of Ga'Hoole. The owls must overcome numerous challenges and face their deepest fears to fulfill their destiny. more

Author

Kathryn Lasky
Kathryn Lasky

Kathryn Lasky is an American author renowned for her works in children's and young adult literature. Born on June 24, 1944, she began writing in 1978 and has since published numerous works, including novels, poetry, and plays. Her writing often explores historical, mythological, and moral issues, making her works popular among readers. more

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