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“Ah, Signor Halt,' he said uncertainly, 'you are making a joke, yes?' 'He is making a joke, no,' Will said. 'But he likes to think he is making a joke, yes.”

Book:Halt's Peril (Ranger's Apprentice Book 9)

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Halt's Peril (Ranger's Apprentice Book 9)

This book is part of a popular fantasy series for young readers, following the adventures of a young ranger and his friends. The story delves into a new threat that could endanger the kingdom, requiring the heroes to use their training and bravery to overcome. more

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John Flanagan

John Flanagan, born on May 22, 1944, is a renowned children's literature author. His works, characterized by adventure and growth themes, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

“I've bespelled this locket, for you; my own, my mate. The day has come when death forced us to part. You must know that I for you, forever, I shall wait. So until we meet again I hold your love safely within my heart. Remember, your oath was to temper strength with mercy. No matter how long apart we shall be, I hold you to that oath eternally... eternally...”

Knows Heart Long Matter Remember Waiting My Own Forever My Heart Mercy Mates Temper Oath Until We Meet Again

Book:The House of Night Novellas, 4-Book Collection

Source: The House of Night Novellas, 4-Book Collection

“It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.”

Ifs World Body Light Fall Alive Moon Skins Your Body Snow Burning Pouring Brightness Suffocating Burning Inside

Author:Pablo Neruda

“Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.”

Giving Feels Self Esteem Funny Things

Book:The Magicians Trilogy

Source: The Magicians Trilogy

“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”