He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew what he didn't want.
Kathryn LaskyFor Twilight, it was like the echo of a song- a song from long ago. He could almost remember some of the words, but had no clue as to where they had come from. There had been a wonderful voice singing it, singing this song just for him. A voice like silk? Satin? Like liquid moonlight, it flowed, it curled around him and suffused him with a glowing warmth.
Kathryn LaskyAnd if you can't imagine, nothing will ever happen.
Kathryn LaskyThe path is a ribbon of moonlight across a dusky sea.
The wind sings a song that beckons us
To that great and mighty tree.
We are the Greenowls of Ambala, clad in raiments of moss,
Sprigged with lichens and grasses
Then gilded with silvery frost.
Fair and square we play- for a sporting lot we are.
We ride the boisterous Balefire gusts
And we reach for every star.
I dedicate this book to all of you Guardians of Ga'hoole readers who have become like citizens in my imaginary world. Imagination is, in a sense, a two-way street. Through your enthusiasm you have made this world much more real for me. I had originally intended to write only six books. This book, the fifteenth, is the last. It is the last not because your fervor has waned but because this is the logical place for the story of Soren and the band to conclude.
Kathryn LaskyI'll say whatever I want. I'm not a book. You can't burn me!
Kathryn LaskyI don't think real friends would be jealous. -Primrose
Kathryn LaskyDeath bears with it a stain that seeps into the hollow and fills the mind.
Kathryn LaskyIf you are not for yourself, who will be for you? If you are only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when? –Rabbi Hillel
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