Af Steadman Quotes

Because of the number of unicorns hatched in their year, there’d never been a fourth member to complete their quartet.

Light does not equate to good. And dark does not equate to evil. There is no light without shadow, no darkness without dawn, no death without life.

People aren't meant to live for ever; they're meant to live for love. That way - no matter how long they live - they leave something good behind.

Because that plan had more

chance of backfiring than Red on

In the shadow of an armored tree, Flo slipped her hand into Skandar’s. And for a moment, he let himself believe they could win whatever fight was coming for them.

Smells more suspicious than a fish-finger sandwich, if you ask me.

thank

Being afraid never gives you the right to use your power for wrong.

Inquieta,

¿Bobby va a salvar a Amber?

—exclamó Flo con desesperación. Sin embargo, Skandar sabía lo que había pasado. Se la había robado la Tejedora. Y ahora tenía cuatro piedras del solsticio que podía llenar con un poder elemental. Intentó reprimir la sensación de pánico que lo paralizaba rodeando con los dedos la piedra de espíritu de Agatha que tenía en el bolsillo de la chaqueta. «No tiene cinco —pensó Skandar con desesperación—. Ésta

to be. It’s a myth, a legend, a fairy tale.’ But Skandar wasn’t going to be deterred that easily. After all, unicorns had been fairy tales on the Mainland until not too long ago – and now he was riding one. He started to open his mouth, but Flo interrupted him. ‘Maybe nothing will happen,’ she said hopefully. ‘Maybe the Weaver didn’t kill the wild unicorn and it was all an accident, and none of the scarier stuff

Why did you come to save us tonight?’ She put a hand on one hip. ‘Because that plan had more chance of backfiring than Red on roller skates.’ ‘Really, though?

Come on, spirit boy,’ Bobby said, punching him on the arm. ‘Time to break the news to Flo that the Island’s a ticking time bomb.’ Flo

But Flo was already slipping off her blue jacket, her boots, her socks, then lifting her T-shirt over her head. ‘Has she lost the plot?’ Bobby whispered to Skandar. ‘It’s April!’ ‘Umm, Flo,’ Mitchell said, ‘what exactly…?’ Flo stood on the river’s edge in a bright blue swimming costume, Blade shining at her side. She looked amused at the expressions on her quartet’s faces. She put a hand on her hip, and – in a perfect imitation of Bobby – said, ‘Are you honestly telling me that you came to the Water Trial without swimwear? Amateurs.

She was sad.

You want me to start a revolt?” Skandar asked, raising an eyebrow. “Only a little one,” Agatha said—and winked.

Skandar was waiting for Flo.

The Silver Circle would rather we all forget this, because there is strength in realising life is complicated - that the monsters are not always the ones who dwell in darkness, and the handsome leaders are not always the ones who should be in charge.

If you pretend confidence for long enough, you forget it’s not real,

with Red farting exuberantly in celebration. Flo beamed at them all as Falcon came through the entrance,

There are four levels of predator that riders are capable of creating: Hider, Hunter, Marauder and Mythical.’ On the last of those words, Mitchell went a bit misty-eyed. ‘The Hiders are the least powerful – think of the types of animals that eat others but aren’t that big or scary, the ones that lie in wait to strike, like a snake. The Hunters are the next level up – like that jackal today. Then Marauders are even more impressive – like Rex’s cheetah. He must have studied cheetahs really closely in the library. And then—’ ‘Wait, Rex created that cheetah based on a book?’ Bobby interrupted. ‘Riders used to spend hundreds of hours in libraries poring over ancient illustrations brought by the first people to train here,’ Mitchell explained, and then he blinked rapidly. ‘I’ve just had a thought! Maybe that’s partly why elemental predators have stayed banned. After the Treaty, maybe the Island was worried that Mainlander riders would be better at creating them because Mainlanders can study the predators in real life.’ ‘That sounds very likely,’ Skandar said darkly. ‘Anyway,’ Mitchell continued, clearly wanting to finish his lecture, ‘the Mythicals are the fourth level of predator and hardly any riders in history have been able to create those. The First Rider could, and one of the silver brothers who started the ancient war with the spirit wielders. Erm, let me think…’ ‘Mythical? As in, they take the shape of mythical creatures?’ Skandar couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. ‘Yes. Phoenixes, griffins, krakens, thunderbirds, dragons—’ ‘Dragons?!’ Bobby looked very excited.

This Island belongs to the immortals; So it’s been since the hatching of time. The immortals belong to this Island, So I warn of a terrible crime:

You do realise that you almost always suggest having tea in life-or-death situations?’ Mitchell said dryly, sitting down on one of the smooth flat rocks by the fire. ‘I do.’ Agatha shrugged. ‘And have any of you ever come to serious harm?’ ‘Depends on what you mean by harm,’ Bobby mumbled,