Mattimeo Quotes

>> Friday, August 28, 2009

Picture by finncat
The young Churchmouse looked the picture of innocence, though she felt far from it.

"But this is only a sword, Mattimeo. It does not make you a warrior merely because you carry it. Weapons may be carried by creatures who are evil, dishonest, violent or lazy. The true warrior is good, gentle and honest. His bravery comes from within himself; he learns to conquer his own fears and misdeeds."

"Like all traitors, they were discovered."

"Never say die, Cheek."

"You can't drink stone messages, but good October ale, that's a different matter."

"What are you staring at, mouse?"
"You should have killed me back at the canyon." Mattimeo's voice was flat and contemptuous. Slagar eyed the boy mouse and shook his head. "I've killed your father. his sword is buried with him. That's enough for one day's work. You, I will let live to suffer." Mattimeo stopped marching. His friends stopped also. The young mouse's eyes were hard with scorn. "Then you're not only a cowardly murdering scum, you're a fool. Because from now on I live with one purpose only: to kill you."

"It'll be a tricky task, but don't worry, I'll have supper ready for you when we haul you out of there. How many are you?"
"Six altogether, Logalog, a hedgehog, a badger, a young otter, Jess Squirrel and Basil Stag Hare."
"What? That old scoffin' windbag. I'm sorry I mentioned supper."

"Death will open up its grave/ Who goes there...? None but the brave."

"Let's see if you fight as bravely as you talk."

The peace of a warm summer night lay over Mossflower. It was a peace that would not last.

"Give me the right answers, turncoat, or you're dead."

Orlando heaved himself out of the water and stood dripping on the deck of the raft, waving his battleaxe. "Come on, rats, let's see what you've got inside your heads," he taunted.

"I'd hate to die this far from Redwall, Matthias."

Little Sister May came out from behind the raspberry canes, wagging a paw at the sleeping thieves. "It serves you right. I hope you wake with dreadful headaches!"

The badger threw her head back and called up to the roof, "Hey, you up there! Irontrousers, or whatever you call yourself. Get down here, I want a word with you."

The seer crow was outraged. "Mangiz does not forget an insult, hedgepig." Ambrose smiled cheekily. "Good, then here's a few more for you to remember, you pot-bellied, cross-eyed, feather-bottomed excuse for a duck."

"Good old Warbeak, eh? Totally mad, of course. She'd rather die than miss a good fight."

"I will not stand here to be insulted by you, hedgepig," Mangiz fumed.
"Then stand somewhere else and I'll insult you there, featherbag!"

Harry accepted it gravely, bowed politely, then devoured it in a most undignified manner.

Sir Harry did a hop and a skip. "I knew you'd see things my way./ It's settled then, it's done./ And if food goes missing I'll say,/ 'Blame me, sir, I'm the one."
"Don't worry, I will, old chap," Basil muttered under his breath.

"Tho' I'm the most poetic of birds,/ Right now I'm at a lost for words."

" 'T aint natural, bathin', otherwise we'd have all been born fishes," the hedgehog objected.

"I can face death after dinner any time; only thing bothers me is that I might miss tea and supper, wot?"

"I know you've done nothing wrong, in fact you've been very good lately."
"I have? Oh, I have."

"Brave words from the scum of the earth!"

"You've lived like cowards; try to die like heroes. Hmph! Fat chance of that, eh, laddie buck?"

"There's nothing affects a craven/ Like the thought of sudden death,/ The idea that he might not see the night/ Or draw another breath."

Cheek stood by the hare. "I'm with Basil. He's a grumpy ol' frump and I like him, so there!"

"They can chain me next to who they like, but I'm not building any filthy underground kingdom for a talking statue!"

"Yah, tatty ratty! Your silly old statue isn't worth a crushed acorn. It takes a horde of you to face real fighters, doesn't it!" he taunted them.

The abbot stroked Rollo's head. "And I'm left holding the baby, as usual!"

The ring of sword upon spears echoed around the ledge as the pair fought madly, backwards and forwards, hacking and slicing, parrying and striking in a hideous ritual of death.

"Sometimes it's best to expect the worst. That way you're never disappointed," Jube said philosophically.
"Thanks for cheering us all up, hedgehog," Tess scoffed.

Little Sister May looked a simple soul, but that was because deep down she was a very wise schemer.

Slagar stepped out from behind the mouse warrior. The Cruel One dealt Matthias a swinging blow with the metal weights of his three-thonged weapon, and the mouse warrior pitched forward, overwhelmed by the striking bolas. Grinning behind the silken mask, Slagar turned his victim over. "You did well, mouse. I am saved the trouble of slaying Malkariss. When the horde has overcome your woodlanders, I will rule here. But first I must fulfill my oath of vengeance." Grabbing Matthias by the throat, the fox reached for the great sword.

"A fox who fights and runs away,/Lives to fight another day."

"Wake up, my little earthcrawlers, this is the day I make you do the dance of death."

"Many were slain in the great battle, and you must never forget them, the good creatures who gave their lives to buy freedom for you."

"These contented old ones, peaceful, wise, and your young ones too, they look so happy and good. Even when I lived out on the western plains with my Auma, we never knew such wellbeing as this. Can you explain it to me?"
Matthias let his eyelids droop until they shut. "Orlando, my good friend, the explanation to it all is merely one simple word: Redwall."


A Little Unknown-Well known Romance

>> Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Here are the responses I got when investigating my friends about their favorite love stories-

"Elizabeth and Darcy," I suggest. They begin chattering excitedly.
"Oh my gosh, wasn't that sweet?"
"Austen was a genius!"

"Romeo and Juliet", I announce, wondering if they actually read the play when they begin swooning.
"Tragic," a girl breathes, and another simply fans herself and sighs dramatically.

I try the fantasy approach.
"Aragorn and Arwen."
"Best love story EVER!" one girl proclaims. Another grins and gives me the thumbs up.

Now the time as come to test their true literature knowledge. I harrumph slightly then grandly proclaim,
"EOWYN AND FARAMIR." There's a long pause. A girl checks her watch. After a moment another one asks slowly,
"Wait...They didn't fall in love in the movies...did they?"

C'mon people! For once, READ the books. Faramir and Eowyn's love story is a little secret in the world of ACTUAL READERS. It's powerful and sweet, and should be right up there with R & J. Why am I bringing this up? Because I found the most AMAZING, TOUCHING, and
AWE-INSPIRING video tribute to the couple. Care to watch? Follow the link.

Eowyn/Faramir-What About Now


Redwall VS. Penhaligon Brush

>> Thursday, August 20, 2009

I recently finished reading "The Daring Adventures of Penhaligon Brush" by S. Jones Rogan. (Long title, I know.) It was a little juvenile in some areas, but overall a great, pleasant read. So I made a list of all the differences and similarities between Penhaligon and Redwall.

.No goats or pigs in Redwall
.If Penhaligon's a country bumpkin, how the HECK did he SUDDENLY know how to sword fight?!
.No other really, really foreign countries in Redwall.
.If Hotchi had fallen off a cliff in Redwall, they would have shrieked his name, not gone "oh, ho hum, how will I ever tell his wife?"
.If it was Redwall, Rowan and Penhaligon would have fallen in total and utter love.
.Redwall's world is Medieval while Penhaligon's is more 1800's.
.If it was Redwall, the villain would have been killed by hero.
.Big good guy army doesn't just suddenly APPEAR in Redwall.

.Book begins with a prologue in form of a letter
.There's a wildcat villain with a wildcat relative who's good. (Tsarmina and Gingivere)
.Mostly same kinds of animals.
.Rowan and Penhaligon have unsure, secretive pasts.
.Ferrets are evil minions to villain and near the end, disrespect their leader.
.Sneaking potion into enemy's food supplies.
.Hay cart pulled by horse. (Cluny)
.Donning guard and monster disguises.
.One word-ALE.
.Healers are mostly foxes. (yeah, I'm proud that I found that one)
.Minor minions aren't that bright in the noggin.
.Hero pretends to be daft to make villain less suspicious.
.They moan about how they don't want their wounds taken care of.
Picture by Culpeo Fox


Mossflower Quotes II

>> Saturday, August 15, 2009

A comment from an Anonymous has asked me to put some more Mossflower quotes involving the bats. So, here goes-

"Lie still, lie still. We are the tribe of Lord Cayvear who is ruler of Bat Mountpit. You will not be harmed, not be harmed," the creatures assured him.

The other bat shuffled over. "I am Rockhanger. this is Wingfold. We have found the angry one and the strong tunneller, but no other creature, no other creature."

The bat chuckled;it came out like a dry hiss. "No creature is blind who sees by touch."

"You are Martin the Warrior. I am Lord Cayvear, High Chief of the dark places. Welcome, welcome." Martin stood up and bowed. "Thank you for looking after our safety, Lord Cayvear. Is there any news of our friend Gonff?"
"Not yet, not yet, but sometimes no news is good news," Lord Cayvear said reassuringly. "My scouts are searching, searching." Martin paced the cave anxiously. "Lord Cayvear, I cannot stay here feeling helpless while my friend may be in great danger." The great bat folded his wings. 'I know, I know. You would not be a true friend if you did, Martin."

"We go no further, no further," he stated.Martin pointed upward. 'But, Lord Cayvear, I'm certain I can see the glimmer of daylight up ahead." The great bat was unmoved. "So you can, Martin. So you can. The outside world may be reached from up there, but none may venture further. There is a large bird of prey roosting higher up, far bigger than any bat. It is a killer. Many of my bats who went up that way were never seen again, never seen again." Martin gave one last dejected look at the slim shaft of light and turned back.

The little bats were curious and delighted with Dinny. They were under the impression that the mole was a fat bat without wings. Dinny liked the idea. "Ho urr, batmousen. Oi do fly under 'ee soil. That's as 'ow oi wore moi wings out wi' all that diggen." The little bats laughed. "Mr. Dinny, you are funny, funny!"

"My thanks to you and your friends, Martin. Against the bigeyes we were totally helpless, totally helpless."
"I know, Lord Cayvear," Martin nodded understandingly.


Glimpses of a first-time Redwaller

This morning my sister finished reading her first Redwall book-Martin the Warrior. Last night she was reading it aloud, and we joked, laughed, and voiced our opinions (Like that we think Urran Voh and his wife are a bit of stiff-necks.) And we were practically shrieking for Felldoh not to do it! And this morning, she finished it. "Best final battle ever..." she said. Then added quickly, "...Up there with Lord of the Rings."
Martin the Warrior may not be the catchiest title she ever heard, and it may not be Agatha Christie, but I think she enjoyed the book very much. And she does an excellent mole accent, burr aye!
Picture by cybercatmania


"The wind was a torrent of darkness..."

>> Thursday, August 13, 2009

...With those words begin the famous poem by Alfred Noyes.
It is known as one of the greatest poems in the history of this world.
I was listening to the amazing and captivating song adaption by Loreena Mckennitt, when the last verse struck me like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

To listen to the song, go to

Don't forget to read the tragic, yet poignant poem that has rivaled the imagination for centuries.


Comic-Con 2009

>> Saturday, August 8, 2009

Comic-Con was a huge success, a fan-filled delight...and a jackpot for me to discover special previews and sneak peeks. Apparently two New Moon scenes were shown (amid frenzied screaming girls) and Peter Jackson came close to spilling the beans about The Hobbit.

For Peter Jackson's interview, go to


Prince of the Box Office

>> Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Prince of Persia promises to be an amazing desert adventure that will leave you on the very verge of your seat! My guess is that it will probably be one of the top movies this coming May. Personally, this is one thrill ride I am NOT going to miss! For the teaser, and a special sneek peek, go to-


Percy Jackson and the...Cinema

Surfing blogs is always fun...ESPECIALLY when you find things you least expect. I did. I've known for quite some time now Percy Jackson was going to be made into a movie. Even though the books hold no interest for me, when I stumbled upon the teaser trailer, I just HAD to post about it. And get this- Sean Bean will be playing Zeus. Maybe I will go see it...Watch it here!


I Am An Otter

You're an otter, mate! Another good friend of Redwall, you are a natural swimmer and a deadly fighter especially with a long bow or javellin. Camp Willow is your home, just as Redwall is your second home. You have a good heart and a strong sense of loyalty. You absolutely love Shrimp and Hotroot soup, living by the motto "Ain't nothing 'otter for an Otter!".

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