Allan Frewin Jones Quotes

Watch my sword, not my face!'he said. 'I'm going to stab you, not bite you!

— Allan Frewin Jones

“Everything's possible when you're seven years old." She sighed. "But then you hit an age where you decide it's cooler not to believe in anything at all. [ ... ] It's called being grown-up.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“You must have the courage to face what happened today and to live with it in your heart and to use the memory of it to grow and be strong.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“We are not leaving anyone behind we have to stick togheter in order to stay safe.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“But it would be wise."
"I've never been known for my wisdom,”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“Wherever you are sent, whatever your fate, I will go with you! I shall never leave your side. All that I have done was done for love of you, and I will never abandon you, not even if dark eternity awaits!”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“You're in a fairy tale right now, Tania, but what happens on the morning after happy ever after?”

— Allan Frewin Jones

Only the weak of heart threaten those who cannot fight back, Angor of Doeth Palas, he said.

— Allan Frewin Jones

“I asked myself, 'What would Branwen do in these circumstances?'" He smiled. "The answer came very easily." "Then perhaps such questions are better left unasked," retorted Branwen.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

Although Branwen had no patience for dry lists of names and dates, she had always loved the thrilling tales of the old wars that were told and retold around the hearth in the Great Hall of Garth Milain.

— Allan Frewin Jones

“Once a barbarian princess, always a barbarian princess.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“I wish we had rocket launchers.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“Through the haze, bulbous shapes drifted to and fro about the town. Silka guessed they were the dirigibles of which her father had sometimes spoken
great elongated bags of gas ribbed and hung with gondolas, powered by grinding engines, gouting steam, and sparks as they cruised like airborne pigs, filled with passengers and cargoes.”

— Allan Frewin Jones

“Cordelia looked at Edric. "Which way will lead to our respite, think you?"
"I don't know, my lady," he admitted.
There was a pause.
"This way," Tania decided, heading off to the left and pulling him with her.
"Why?"
"It's downhill.”

— Allan Frewin Jones