Nyroc has exiled himself from the Pure Ones. He flies alone, feared and despised by those who know him as Kludd's son, hunted by those whose despotism he has rejected, and haunted by ghostly creatures conjured by Nyra to lure him back to the Pure Ones. He yearns for a place he only half... read more
“You have free will, my dear. The only thing you must do is choose: either to go there or not to go there.”Mist
“I would come back as a wolf, born with four strong legs.”Hamish
“You who were born into evil found good. You who were raised in tyranny sought equality. You who were schooled in brutality learned only mercy. You who were taught the dishonorable discovered honor. You who were nurtured on the poison of the most ignoble owls in the world are most noble. You are my nephew, and my King.”Soren
“Well, murder first, then shopping.”Nyra (thinking)
“So bring him back with flames of gold Bring him back with burning fire For he reads what flames have told and his will is Hoole's desire.He shall not cease his endless flight He shall fly on through days and nights Though an outcast in despair He has a gizzard that is so fair. He shall return at summer's end With a coal in his beak A shadow king no more Tempered wise and brave for war.”The Prophecy
“You who were born into evil found good. You who were raised in tyranny sought equality. You who were schooled in brutality learned only mercy. You who were taught the dishonorable discovered honor. You who were nurtured on the poison of the most ignoble owls in the world are most noble. You are my nephew and my king.”Highlighted by 80 Kindle customers
Where there are legends, there can be hope. Where there are legends, there can be dreams of knightly owls, from a kingdom called Ga’Hoole, who will rise each night into the blackness and perform noble deeds. Owls who speak no words but true ones. Owls whose only purpose is to right all wrongs, to make strong the weak, mend the broken, vanquish the proud, and make powerless those who abuse the frail. With hearts sublime, they take flight…And I, dear Guardians, am an owl who was broken and powerless and weak, an outcast. Glaux bless you for your belief in legends.”Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
there was no “just” about it. Used like this, “just” was a terrible little word that snuffed out truth and possibility.Highlighted by 43 Kindle customers
And to think, Glaux is not even the spirit of their kind. How good of them to wish me well in the name of a spirit that is not theirs.Highlighted by 39 Kindle customers
And all the owls of the great tree that night believed, as well. They believed that there were many kinds of truths, those of science that could be proven through the brain, and those of legends that could come true in the hearts and gizzards of all owls if they only believed.Highlighted by 36 Kindle customers
“It is through legends that our gizzards grow bold and our hearts strong. Legends separate the civilized from the uncivilized. A great thing is happening this evening. A prophecy is coming true. There is a young owl about to retrieve the Ember of Hoole.”Highlighted by 35 Kindle customers
Am I not so much more than feathers and bones, talons and wings? But what? An answer began to come to him: I am of the same blood as my parents but not of the same gizzard, brain, or heart. The egg that held me came from the body of my mother, but I am not my mother’s son, nor my father’s. I am more. I know that with all my heart and with all my gizzard. I reject all that they were. I have no parents. I have no home. I am what I am but I shall never call myself Nyroc again. I have no name.Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
Damn the MacHeaths for their jealousies, their mutilation of young pups, and their alliances with devil owls.Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
And in that instant the two snakes reversed themselves. There was a brief tangle of green ribbon in the sky and then out of the darkness in the most beautiful script imaginable blazed the name: CORYNHighlighted by 24 Kindle customers
I am of the same blood as my parents but not of the same gizzard, brain, or heart. The egg that held me came from the body of my mother, but I am not my mother’s son, nor my father’s. I am more. I know that with all my heart and with all my gizzard. I reject all that they were. I have no parents. I have no home. I am what I am but I shall never call myself Nyroc again. I have no name.Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
Prologue
1 - Outcast Without a Name
2 - Venomous Visitors
3 - The Eagles' Nest
4 - Sky Writing
5 - A Cry in the Night
7 - A Heartbeat Calls
8 - A Friend Comes to Life
9 - The Egg Restored
10 - A Namesake
11 - Listening to Legends
12 - Wolves in the Moonlight
13 - A New Friend
14 - From a Distant Land
15 - Violence in Silverviel
16 - A Green Eye
17 - Of Sky and Trail
18 - Treating with the MacHeaths
19 - An Eerie Feeling
20 - A Spotted Owl Goes Yeep
21 - Who's the Teacher?
22 - Basic Colliering
23 - A Blood Oath
24 - A Gnaw Wolf in Training
25 - From the River's Mist
26 - In the Eye of the Wolf
27 - The Glass Volcano
28 - Uncle Soren and the King
Preceded by The Hatchling, and followed by The First Collier.
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