Brian Jacques
Brian Jacques
James Brian Jacqueswas an English writer, best known for his Redwall series of novels and Castaways of the Flying Dutchman series. He also completed two collections of short stories entitled The Ribbajack & Other Curious Yarns and Seven Strange and Ghostly Tales...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 June 1939
memories heart happy-day
Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.
sea white broke
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
games play trying
Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.
naughty thinking unhappy
I think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him...to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good...
sleep eye two
If y'can't see with yore own two eyes what's in front of them, then y'better off closin' 'em an' goin' t'sleep, 'tis far more restful! —Gerul
growing-up heart over-you
Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never really gone. Somewhere they're watching over you and they're always there inside your heart. -Martin
looks tables serious-business
Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.
brother fighting land
Armel shrugged. "I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?" Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder. "Because there's always good and bad in the land, and goodbeasts have to protect their friends an' families from evil ones who want nothing but to conquer an' destroy.
country imagination redwall
In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.
eye light snow
The young mouse's eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews! He struck for dead Guosim! He struck as Methuselah would have wanted him to! He struck against Cluny the Scourge and tyranny! He struck out against Captain Snow's ridicule! He struck for the world of light and freedom! He struck until his paws ached and the sword fell from them!
father mean habit
I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean...
regret silly cat
Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you'll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it's two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.
warrior goal looks
Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole. Though the quest may take its toll, We'll march until we reach our goal,