“Do you think the Goblin King really did it?" asked Cordelia hesitantly. All the sheep knew she was talking about George's death.… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“The sea looked as if it had been licked clean, blue and clear and smooth, and there were a few woolly little clouds in… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“They can herd you only because you can't herd yourselves. Forget the flock. Forget the dogs. Herd yourselves.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“No, little one, George's ghost won't come back. Human beings don't have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple." "How can you say that?" protested… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Do you think the Goblin King really did it?" asked Cordelia hesitantly. All the sheep knew she was talking about George's death. Mopple quickly… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Cordelia was thinking how human beings can invent words, how they can line up their invented words side by side on paper. It was… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“No sheep may leave the flock," he said to anyone who would listen, "unless he comes back again.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Justice!” bleated Othello. “Justice!” bleated the other sheep. And so it was decided that George Glenn’s sheep themselves would solve the wicked murder of… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Maple thought optimistically that human beings, on their good days, weren't much dimmer than sheep. Or at least, not much dimmer than dim sheep.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Cordelia loved his explanations. She loved knowing words that belonged to things she'd never seen, even to things you couldn't see at all. She… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“The group was led by a very thin man whom the sheep didn't know. They looked hard at him. The leader of the flock… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
