Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts... — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Haggard, I would not be you for all the world," he declared. "You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (...) Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell! — 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
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
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
“...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
The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
“The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.” — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
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
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
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
“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
Unicorns are not to be forgiven." The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock. — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share
