Michael Green's Unicornis

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Jane Yolen's The Acorn Quest

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Squirrelin smiled and put one paw over his heart. "My dear grandmother, a witch of some note, used to say that five-eighths of nonesense is sense. It's just up to the listener to sort it out."

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Jane Yolen's The Wild Hunt

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"Jerold took down a big, heavy book from the third shelf and read it for about an hour without quite making out the point of it…The man, the horse, the hounds, and the tree person were all part of this Wild Hunt, though who or what they were hunting was never made clear in the book."

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Charles De Lint's A Circle of Cats

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"I'm me again," she said.
He smiled. "You were always you. Now you just look more familiar, that's all." He hesitated, the added, "The father of cats said he had one word for you and it was 'remember.'"

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Charles Vess' Book of Ballads

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“As I was walking all alone, I heard twa corbies making their moan, The one unto the other did say, ‘Where shall we go and dine this day’”

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"Many a one for him makes moan, But none shall know where he is gone; O'er his white bones, where they are bare, The wind shall blow for evermair."

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Charles De Lint's The Wild Wood

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Alexandra Wallner's Strawberry Shortcake and the Winter That Would Not End

"Winter was a happy time in Strawberryland. The Strawberry Kids loved to watch big fluffy snowflakes fall on the berry patches. They often played in the snow, making angel shapes, sledding, and skating."


"Elderberry continued, 'I saw an animal running for his life into the woods. He was carrying something…I think the animal OI saw had just stolen the Snow Crystal.'
'But who was it?' asked Huckleberry Pie.
'It was Bendict Badger.' "



"'I don't want you to leave,' said Benedict sadly. 'I will be all alone again. And there won't be any more jam.'
'We'll come back to see you…and we'll have more jam-sandwich picnics.'"



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Robert D. San Souci's Nicholas Pipe

"Nicholas chose for an unknown reason to make his home on land, living in a driftwood hut. To his neighbors he seemed unremarkable…to Margaret he was a marvel beyond all others."



"...The boats pitched and rolled as Margaret tied her craft behind and climbed into her father's boat. Each took an oar and rowed desperately. From the gathering dark and churning waves came screeches and the murmur of voices speaking a strange language. 'We are doomed!' groaned Marius. 'Those are the sea folk.'"


"Margaret's heart flooded with joy. 'Why, Nicholas Pipe,' she said gently, 'you sound very much like a man in love.'
'Yes,' he said miserably."





"Our children will be children of land and sea, and Oh! What marvels they will be."

Marianna Mayer's Beauty and the Beast

"Once there was a wealthy merchant who lived with his three daughters and three sons…"



"The beast was dressed in clothes fit for a prince, but his face was that of a wild animal. The terrified merchant could barely look at him without shuddering. Hoping the beast would take pity on him he told his story, ending with Beauty's request for a single rose."



"Beauty thought, "This is the most wonderful room in the palace. Poor beast, with all his wealth and love of beautiful things, he is wretched and lonely. Well, I will try to help him be happy."



"As Beauty spoke, he stirred, and moved his great head. Before beauty's eyes, he began to grow stronger…his beastly appearance began to fade."

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W.S. Gilbert's The Bab Ballads

Policeman Peter Forth I drag
From his obscure retreat:
He was a merry, genial wag,
Who loved a mad conceit.
If he was asked the time of day
By country bumpkins green,
He not unfrequently would say,
"A quarter past thirteen."





He smoked, but in a modest way
Because he thought he needed it:
he drank a pot of beer a day,
And sometimes he exceeded it.

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Roald Dahl's The Minpins

"That wood," his mother said, "is full of the most blood-thirsty wild beasts in the world."
"You mean tigers and lions?" Little Billy said.
"Worse...Whangdoodles…" his mother said, "and Hornswogglers and Snozzwanglers and Vermicious Knids…and worst of all is the Terrible Bloodsucklling Toothplucking Stonechuckling Spittler…he blows clouds of hot smoke out of his nose…"


"Watch the birds as they fly above your heads and, who knows, you might well spy a tiny creature riding high on the back of a swallow or a raven."


"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places."