“Bad child, wicked child, push you in the bin, Out with the rubbish on your chin, chin, chin, Up pops and ishkin, then it pulls you in, Makes you cry and sucks you dry and throws away your skin.” — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“The light that gleams at their back door Will guide you from the lonely shore, But dangers seek you as you go, One from… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
In ancient days, Deltora was divided into seven tribes. The tribesfought on their borders but otherwise stayed in their own place. Each had a… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“Look for the hand that points the way, And take the path where children play. Then where the face with breath that sighs Bends… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“So, very soon our captives will meet their small countrywoman again. How grateful they must be to have a pleasant ride, with us to… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“Five strange fingers from fate's hand, Each plays its part at fate's command. The fiery blaze the answer keeps. And till its time each… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“Nothing here is as it seems; Dreams are truths, and truths are dreams. Closed your ears to loved ones' cries; Die if you believe… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
A book is like a door. You walk through the cover and you don't know what you're going to find. — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“Beneath soft looks evil burns, And slowly round the old wheel turns. The same mistakes, the same old pride, The priceless armour cast aside.… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
“Fearing, you climbed the mountain. Fearing, you faced its dangers. And fearing, you went on. That is real bravery, Rowan. Only fools do not… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
Fate is strange, and our destinies can be shaped by very small decisions. — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
I don't want to write things that people don't want to read. I would have no pleasure in producing something that sold 600 copies… — Emily Rodda Copy Share Image
