Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech.… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast.… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“...and it's not my place to chase around after you, fixing stuff. What I know's what I know, and it don't include putting the… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.” — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“Where have you been?" she cried. "Damn you, where have you been?" She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
