“The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time. — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
Most of us are lucky not to be Kings and Heroes, because we do not have to make the choices that Kings and Heroes… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
“WARNING Any Relationship to any historical fact WHATSOEVER is entirely coincidental. You have been WARNED” — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
“Come on, Fishlegs,” whispered Camicazi, whistling happily. “You know we have to do this. Besides, I feel like a bit of exercise. We’ve been cooped up in that hideout for way too long.” Frankly, at this point, Camicazi had grown so fed up that if Hiccup had suggested hang gliding off the toe-talons of the dragon Furious she’d have been… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share
For a Hero cannot triumph all the time. Sometimes he will be defeated, and how he faces that defeat is a test of his… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
The thing about grown ups is that they're always wanting you to be this Great Hero and Leader. What's wrong with being NORMAL, for… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
“The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
“And this was the surprising thing about life on Berk. It was a bit like the sea itself. One minute it was all storms,… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
“The dragon bracelet that Humongous created, out of misplaced love and gratitude, in the hellish nightmare of the Lava-Lout Jail-Forges is exquisitely made, for he was a far better goldsmith than he was a singer. It curls around my arm, its shining wings folded back, as if about to unfurl and take off, and now that its ruby eyes are… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share
The Hero cares not for a wild winter's storm. For it carries him swift on the back of the storm. All may be lost… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
I was not a natural. . . . This is the story of becoming . . . the Hard Way. — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
GO FOR HIS EYES! OR BITE HIM ON THE NOSE! DRAGON NOSES ARE VERY SENSITIVE!" Oh, very helpful, Camicazi, very helpful...thought Hiccup. What if… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
