Favorite Passage?

[Raven]

Post your favorite passage from TS! :D!

Please include:

Passage -
Page # -

Mine ish:

Love,Larka? Kar thought as he felt the bitterness of how she had left him. The stories command us to love, Larka, but isn't there a law in life that makes love nothing more than a word we use for our own?
- The Sight -- Page 564 -

[Stone]

Ok mine is short and i can't find my book at the moment so I will write down the page number later if that is ok. It is when Morgra is talking and this is really cold:
"No sikla here. No breath of fear."
*Shivers*

[nocturn]

Page-128

It says
"Cleave to the law of the untamed wolf," answered Brassa gravely. "Survive, my dear, survive."

[SilverMist]

erm...phew! that's hard to decide.

"Fear and guilt, here begun, let them break you, one by one"
page 70- The Sight

[Cwen]

What a cool idea for a thread Raven

Passage - "Stay near to the light," whispered Larka.
"Where are you, Larka?"
"I am here. I am in the rain and the skies. I am in the trees and the flowers. I am in the sunlight and in the moonlight, too."

Page - 498

But i must add another in, i can't jsut have one! >.<

Passage - "Huttser," whispered Bran suddenly, his voice so weak and strained they could harldy hear him at all, "tell me, Huttser. What will i see when i... willf Wolfbane be there? In the darknes, waiting for me."
"No, my friend." Huttser shivered. "Now you go to run with Fenris through the clouds for ever. Tor will be waiting too."

Page - 163

[auryon]

Koolyish idea... hm

pg. # is 530

Passage:

"You think you are evil and darkness, Morgra," whispered Larka scornfully, "but even you are not evil. Only what you do is evil, because it thinks to raise darkness above light and cripples and maims. But the truest power of the Sight, Morgra, is to heal."

[Raven]

Ahhh, :screams: This thread is really popular. <333 :is glad for making it: <D

[Kerya]

MMM toughie...I'd have to say....

This passage is long,and I was literally crying when I read it(Bah,I'm a softie...)

Again,pretty long for a passage!

Pgs 532-533

'"Larka,"gasped Kar furiously.
"Help her,"growled Palla.
Morgra slipped backward and nearly fell and,as Larka saw those stones begin to go beneath them, an anger woke in the she-wolf that seemed to answer the mountain.
But if we are really free, cried her thoughts, if we can change the future, why must I make this sacrifice?Don't I,too,have a choice after all?Don't I have the right to live andbe happy?Why should I be trapped within a legend?
Larka looked up. Beyond Morgra she suddenly saw a narrowledge on the side of the mountain.
No, whispered her thoughts bitterly, because to really love one another,first wolves must see.They must understand suffering.Thats why the stories say Tor sent Sita down to the world.Because of love.
Yet still something stirred in Larka. Freedom. The freedom of Wolfbane as he was hurled through the heavens for his rebellion,the freedom of Man, and ofliving animals,the freedom of the untamed wolf.
"A story,"she cried."Is it just a story?"
The little family stood paralyzed as they watched.It gave suddenly,the whole bridge.As it went,Larka sprang.As her springing paws reached out for the ledge,and they all looked on it was as though time itself had frozen.As a minute particle seen through the slits of a screen can seem to be going in two directions at the same time,Larka might have fallen or reached the edge.
It was as though her future was nothing but the choice of those who watched,their choice and so,their responsibility.As though they had been given free will to reach back into the ancient past and to sacfrifice Sita herself once more,or to stop that terrible act before it ever happened and escape a legend.So the wolves would not need to resurrect Sita in their stories and pretend there is no death and pretend there is no death and no suffering.Because love takes responsibility,and in all experience,too, there is a pact between the seer and the seen,the listener and the storyteller,the judgeand the judged.

But between Larka and the ledge,between a story and a freedom,between past and present,stepped reality.What really happens.And as the family watched ,horror woke in their minds.A horrow nearly as terrible as that blast of energy.Larkamissed,and down they both fell,Larka and Morgra together,spinning towards oblivion.Their bodies broke together on the vicious rocks.Kar felt his heart following Larka into the ravine,and part of him died with her.

[Scarlet]

This is my favorite line:
531
"Don't you know yet who the Betrayer really is?" growled Larka. "Hate is the Betrayer, Morgra, for it feeds on itself. Hate and its mother, Fear."

[nicolette]

I like the passage (cant currently find my book in all my moving boxes) I like the Poem/prophecy. then I like the one about Fear and guilt.

[Morrow]

"Perhaps love takes cunning, Kar. I despaired, too, and at the last it made me believe even more in a pack and a mate and cubs. Believe in life, Kar, and freedom. Be true to you own nature, but don't let it turn on itself. And, Kar, love is not a commandment, it is a need, as real as eating. But, like the oriole in the old, old story, love must be free, as free as the birds. Free to leave and free to return."

~page 546

"Learn to heal your mind."

"How?" growled Kar sadly.

"By going out there and looking, Kar. By turning and walking out of the cave of your own thoughts. By opening your eyes and feeding on your sight on the mists that furl around the mountains and the mighty rivers that thunder to the sea. For it is you, Kar."

"But the humans, Larka, they will destroy it all."

"Not if they learn to love what they really are."

~page 548

"No," she cried, "no more sacrifices. Not in blood."

"But you, you sacrificed yourself."

"I did not escape the legend, Kar. For it is it's own kind of trap, as is Man's freedom if he doesn't learn. But life is not a legend or a story. Reality is far more precious than a story. And to love one another we must begin to see one another properly. Besides, Kar, at times, the greatest courage of all is to live."

~page 547

Yeah.. you can tell I loved Kar's dream.

[esteroth]

[glow=white,2,300]"For in the beggining, there was light."[/glow]
At the end of the book.

[glow=Black,3,100]"We're lost"..."We're all lost" [/glow]
( I like the part after it, but that I can't remember the direct words) Chp 6, near the beggining.

[firehound12]

if i could i'd problolby take a page or 2 typing down all my fav. passeges down LOL,so yea about 80% of it as well

[h2oxtina11x]

"Show me your throat, Palla."
As Huttser stepped even closer and the rebels looked on hungrily, Palla began to snarl proudly. The skin around her muzzle curled up and her canines glinted. Even Keeka and Karma turned back to look now.
"Palla, what are you doing?"
"Do you think I would let you do this?" cried Palla, feeling as if her heart woudl burst open. "Let the father of my cubs be hobbled and tortured?"
"Palla, I beg of you."
The rebels' coats bristled as Huttser and Palla began to circle each other. But as they saw the dignity with which the Dragga and Drappa met, a shame stirred in them too.
"I do this for you, Huttser."
Their eyes were locked and they were both shaking furiously. As they showed their teeth and looked for the best point to spring, they felt a terrible confusion, for they knew it was anger they needed if they were to kill the other, yet it was only love that they felt in their hearts.
-page 400/401

[lakaraxxthexxwolf]

"A story,"she cried."Is it just a story?"
The little family stood paralyzed as they watched.It gave suddenly,the whole bridge.As it went,Larka sprang.As her springing paws reached out for the ledge,and they all looked on it was as though time itself had frozen.As a minute particle seen through the slits of a screen can seem to be going in two directions at the same time,Larka might have fallen or reached the edge.
It was as though her future was nothing but the choice of those who watched,their choice and so,their responsibility.As though they had been given free will to reach back into the ancient past and to sacfrifice Sita herself once more,or to stop that terrible act before it ever happened and escape a legend.So the wolves would not need to resurrect Sita in their stories and pretend there is no death and pretend there is no death and no suffering.Because love takes responsibility,and in all experience,too, there is a pact between the seer and the seen,the listener and the storyteller,the judgeand the judged.

But between Larka and the ledge,between a story and a freedom,between past and present,stepped reality.What really happens.And as the family watched ,horror woke in their minds.A horrow nearly as terrible as that blast of energy.Larkamissed,and down they both fell,Larka and Morgra together,spinning towards oblivion.Their bodies broke together on the vicious rocks.Kar felt his heart following Larka into the ravine,and part of him died with her.
Pgs. 532-533


One more.


This one is long.
"No," Kar sobbed bitterly "Larka. You're dead."

Larka felt a wondeful sense of peace come upon her as she drifted throught the poppies. Where before the air had been so cold and still, now it was filled with a sweet and drowsy odor that made her limbs seem to float. A terrible weight was lifted from her, and the thought of Morgra and Wolfbane was receding into the shadows. She felt a sense of expectation and the flower quivered around her, her heart grew calmer and calmer. Still she could hear her parents calling, pleding with her to come back. But guilt had dropped away and, though she loved them she knew, she was far beyond Huttser and Palla, they could never reach her now.
The spectral wolves were approching the trees at the egde of the meadow, and as the went on, Larka gasped. Between the trunks, Larka saw brillent lights, like eyes of sparkling fire dancing between the bows.
"Come," Brassa smiled gently. "It is time."
"Please, Larka." Her parents' voices were like a dream. But even as she heitated, Larka felt her senses reel. There between the trees, caught in the fire play of dark light, flickring among the brillent glow, stood a young black wolf. He looked exacly the same as she had known him in real life.
"Fell," cried Larka, her head spinning. "Dear Fell."
"Come," wispered Brassa beside her.
Larka paused and took another look around the beautiful meadow. It had lost all its tarror for her.She turned and stepped towrd Fell and the trees. But as she did so, the she-wolf stopped suddenly.
"Larka."
Larka lifted her ears. That voice. It wasn't her parents. It was a voice she had wanted to hear for so ong, and now it tugged voilently at her heart.
"No," gasped Larka. "It's him. I cannot."
Larka felt agony of doubt and then almost physical pain. To tear herself away from Fell and the lights was almost too much to bare, but to turn her back on that call was impossible. Memory began to flood into Larka's mind.


"Again," said Huttser as they stood in the hollow. "Call to her again."
Palla looked anxoiously at Kar. His sudden apperance had astonded and thrilled her. Kar understood noting of what was happing, but he could see their despeastion, and his heart began to beat voilently as he dropped his head and licked Larka's muzzle.
"Larka, dear Larka," he called. "Don't leave me Not now that i've found you again."
Palla was shaking and Huttser growling. As they stood over their daughter, they that to lose LArka would kill them both. But Tsarr had suddenly stepped closer.
"Look," he cried.
Tsarr had just seen Larka's leg twitch. Palla's ears were staitening forward, quivering.
"Again Kar," growled Huttser. "Call to her again."
" Larka," said Kar softly, "Larka."
" Damn you, Kar, for Fenris's sake call louder," cried Huttser furiosly. As Kar lifted his eyes angrily, Huttser looked down guiltily and fell silent.
"Come back, Larka," cried Kar. "Please come back to me."
Suddenly Kar lifted his head to the star-patterned skies. He opened his mouth and let out a call. A howl that seemed to touch the earth and the clouds and the airless void above the firmement. Louder the howl rose and louder. Not a hunting howl or a greeting call, not a howl of morning or anger. A howl so strange and tenteder, so full of loveand its sound thrilled through Huttser and Palla. It made Tsarr's old bones trenble. It woke the rebles from their dreams and, as the wolves litend to Kar in the night, none of them could resit.


In the bloodred meadow, Larka shivered and began to growl. Her limbs were shaking and her mucles quivering down her back.
"You must come," growled Brassa, and now there was anger in the specters voice.
Larka looked back at Fell. He was motionless, frozen like he had been on the ice. But suddenly Larka was turnign and running, running through the strange flowers, back towrd the avaune of trees.
"Kar," she cried despretly. "Kar!"
Kar had no moitionof what was happening , but as he looked down at Larka, she twitched violently. The life seemed to be flowing back into her, filling her body.
As Larka ran, a great darkness came around her. The meadow seemed to be bleeding od color. Only the heads of the flowers retaind their vivd red hur. With the paling gray came emotion: hope, fear, anger, and tenderness. In the distence she heard another voice. Fell's voice.
"We will meet again," it wispered.
"So i am to die," Larka cried, "But not yet, brother. Not yet."
Larka twitched again and opened her eyes. Morning was coming and, as she looked up, she saw her parents staring down at her and, in between them, stood a handsom young wolf. For a moment Larka didn't know if she was awake or asleep. It was Kar.

Pgs.387-390

Sorry that one was long.