Mogget Quotes

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.

A Kiss," said Mogget sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose." "A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed too forward.

I am a great believer that anything not expressly forbidden is explicitly allowed.

Why, Yrael?” it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly to the ground. “Why?” “Life,” said Yrael, who was more Mogget than it ever knew. “Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.

Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

It's always better to be doing.

Sam picked up his pack, but before he could put it on, Mogget leaped onto it and slid under the top flap. All that could be seen of him were his green eyes and one white-furred ear. "Remember I advised against this way," he instructed. "Wake me when whatever terrible thing is a about to happen happens, or if it appears I might get wet.

You may call me Mogget. As to what I am, I was once many things, but now I am only several.

Coils within coils,” murmured the cat. “Fleas upon fleas, idiots begetting idiots—” “What?” “Mmm, just thinking,” whispered Mogget. “You should try it sometimes.

Nick shook his head and found to his surprise that he did have tears left after all. He wasn't surprised by a talking cat. The world was crumbling around him and anything could happen.

He growled and grimaced as they came to him, and clenched his fists in pain and anger. "Unusual name," commented Mogget. "More of a bear's name, that growl.

Well met, Mistress Lirael. This ragamuffin, as your servant so aptly described him, is His Highness Prince Sameth, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. Hence the bells. But on to more serious matters. Could you please rescue us? Prince Sameth's personal vessel is not quite what I'm used to, and he is eager to catch me a fish before my morning nap.

This? It's a feather-coin. I made it.' 'What is it for?' 'It isn't for anything. It's a toy.' 'It's for annoying people,' said Mogget from Sam's pack. 'If you don't put it away, I shall eat it.

Please, Mogget,” whispered Lirael, too soft to be heard by anyone at all. But the white shape did hear. It stopped and turned inwards, to face Orannis, changing from a pillar of fire to a more human shape, but one with skin as bright as a burning star. “I am Yrael,” it said, casting a hand out to throw a line of silver fire into the breaking spell-ring, its voice crackling with force. “I also stand against you.

Mogget’s voice. Sam whirled around. “Mogget? Is that you? Where are you?” “Here, and regretting it as per usual,” replied Mogget, and a small white cat sauntered out from behind a fern tree.

Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one?” “Maybe,” said Mogget. “I can’t remember.” “Mogget,

*A kiss," said Mogget sleepy. "Accualy a breath might do. But you eventualy have to start kissing someone sometimes, I suppose.

What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.

What’s too late?” asked Mogget. “Hold

I am a great believer that anything not expressly forbidden is explicitly allowed. - Mogget

[Lunch] was composed of one of the fish she had caught, evidently rescued from Mogget. This had been grilled with ginger, pepper, and some spice she didn't know, set atop a salad of grains and greenleaf, accompanied by a lightly sparkling clear wine she had to admit was delicious and refreshing.

I could go into Death?' asked Clariel. 'Anyone can go into Death,' said Mogget, with a smirk. 'Coming back again is the difficult part.

Anyone can go into Death,“ said Mogget, with a smirk. "Coming back again is the difficult part.