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Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2) QUOTES

Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2) QUOTES

1 " Sometimes there's nothing you can do. Maybe sometimes promises had to be broken. Maybe sometimes you were doomed to failure from the start, no matter how hard you fought. But acknowledging your own helplessness was no consolation - if anything, it just made you feel worse. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

2 " Thinking sure could get a fellow in a lot of trouble. Almost as much as opening his big gabber and sticking his muddy foot in it. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

3 " They say 'Chaos is the ally of the desperate man,' and I reckon it applies to dwarves and snot-nosed boys too. Let's test is at the front gate, shall we? "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

4 " There were problems with having a reputation like his. Folks either wanted your hide or wanted you to save theirs. There was never any happy, indifferent middle ground. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

5 " But I say that this isn't the Underground. We are the Underground. You . . . me . . . all of your brothers, sisters, friends. This cavern is nothing more than a hole in the ground. We make it something more. No matter where we are, so long as we survive and stick together, the Underground is not lost. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

6 " Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand? "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

7 " Sure. I generally make it a point not to refuse anyone with a weapon in my face. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

8 " Don't look so stiff and concerned, bucko. Word from the wise, sometimes there's no better place to hide than in the open, and no better way to disappear than to stand out."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Sure it does. Hogan wrote it years and years ago - you do know who Hogan is right? "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

9 " My people prepare for a battle we cannot win in a war intended for our destruction. Why should I risk their safety to rescue a legend? "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

10 " I've freed you once tonight, and I would rather not do it again. I prefer to commit treason as few times as possible. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

11 " Why did the sand-blasted catbird have to be so seaswoggling logical? It was downright infuriating. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

12 " You must listen little one. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

13 " I, on the other hand, have no faith that your mission—whatever it is—can succeed. I’m content to bide my time here in this tiny, damp, worm-infested hovel and wait for the world to end. Cheers. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

14 " Listen little Songkeeper, the voice whispered, and I will sing you a Song. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

15 " Hurry, aye, but hurry where?" Amos halted midstride and spread his arms wide to encapsulate the view. The Vituain desert surrounded them, vast in its nothingness. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

16 " Where are you?” she whispered. “Have you abandoned us?”...
"Listen, little Songkeeper," the voice whispered, and I will sing you a Song. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)

17 " Ky glared at the dwarf. He lunged for the bank, landing with the upper half of his body flat on at least partially dry ground. The edge sank beneath his weight and cold water crept up his shirt. By the time it reached his ribs, he was shivering. But he hung on, and between digging his elbows in and kicking his heals like a frog in a wallow, he managed to crawl clear of the muck and roll over on his back.
Migdon stooped over him, jaw jutting in a frown. "You could've just asked for help."
Ky spat out a mouthful of mud and stayed where he was, gazing up at the ice blue sky of mid-morning. "

― Gillian Bronte Adams , Songkeeper (The Songkeeper Chronicles, #2)