Wolf-Speaker Quotes

“I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Now to find Tristan, if he survived the excitement. I hope he did. I have some things to say to him, and none of them are 'Goddess bless'.

-Numair Salmalin”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“As I recall, this word's use means somewhere there is a tree that is now a - a two-legger.

-Numair Salmalin”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Cats aren’t special advisers. They advise us all the time, whether we want them to or no.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“They returned to the gallery and circled its rim, then went down a short hall. Scrap's tail twitched angrily when they reached Tristan's door: it was shut. Daine grabbed the knob. It stung her hand, making her yelp. "Kit? This ones magicked. Can you do anything?"

Kitten stood on her hind feet and peered into the lock, then whistled two cheerful notes. Nothing happened. She scowled and whistled again, less cheerfully, more as a demand. Nothing happened.

Daine was trying to decide what to do now when the dragon moved back and croaked. The lock popped from the wood to land at Daine's feet, smoking, and the door swung open. Kitten muttered darkly and kicked the lock mechanism aside as she went in. Daine followed, trying not to laugh.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“The wolf who sings alone is not happy.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Adults and pups alike, they surrounded her in the greeting ceremony, licking her face and wagging their tails. Brokefang let the girl hug him fiercely about the neck and nuzzled her in reply.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“I wish he wouldn’t do this when he’s on me. It’s really very upsetting.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Daine put a hand on her bow. It was loaded, but she didn't want to kill Maura's sister. "I wouldn't call names, if I was you " she retorted.

Yolane backed up. "Tirell! Oram! Jemis! To me! Oram, on the double!"

Daine shook her head. "Yell all you like, they won't come. They're gone. "

"What do you mean, 'gone'?"

"I mean it's at an end the king knows what you're up to. The rebellion's uncovered. You'll never be queen. ”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Think selfishly,' Daine said, trying to make these arrogant two-leggers see what she meant. 'You can't go on this way. Soon you will have no forests to get wood from or to hunt game in. You poison water you drink and bathe and fish in. Even if you keep the farms, they won't be enough to feed you if the rest of the valley's laid waste. You'll starve. Your people will starve- unless you buy from outside the valley, and that's fair expensive. You'll ruin Dunlath.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“You come from a race that spends more time murdering your own kind than do all the immortals put together, yet you insist you are better than us.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“Magelet, one thing I have learned is that humans cling to their first knowledge of you, particularly if they have no experience of you once you’ve changed.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“The girl looked at the mess she had made, at the ax, the shattered immortal, and the gouts of dark blood all around, and vomited.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“She is Leaper, Russet said, and Leaper wagged her tail. The male pup trotted over. He is Chaser, commented Russet. These others are too silly to have names.”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“I’m off to the northern squirrels, then,”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker

“She was an ogre, clad only in a short, ragged tunic in spite of the damp. “Are you cold?” Daine asked. “We have a horse blanket somewhere.” She found one and offered it to the immortal.

“I said Daine would welcome her,” Maura informed Tkaa. To Daine she added, “Iakoju’s our friend. She wants to help us get rid of Yolane and Tristan.”

Iakoju stared at the blanket, pointed ears twitching back and forth. At last she took it. “Thank you,” she said quietly, and bowed from the waist.

Maura helped the ogre drape the blanket around her shoulders. “She’s running away,” the ten-year-old explained.

Placid eyes met Daine’s without blinking. Despite skinniness and poor clothes Iakoju was clean, and smelled of soap, earth, and something vaguely spicy. Daine sniffed, trying to identify the spice odor. “Are you eating something?”

Iakoju smiled. “Maura give me candy.”

Maura blushed. “Well, she looked so scared when I found her, and I remembered what you said, about people being mean to them and maybe if somebody was nice…”
― Tamora Pierce, Wolf-Speaker