Top 500 Shannon Messenger Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “It takes a keen eye to find the trail.” “Yeah, well, did those keen eyes of yours also see you just stepped in a big pile of sasquatch poop?” Keefe asked.”

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452. “STOP!” Keefe held up his hands. “Ground rules for this conversation: All talk of alicorn baby-making is off the table – got it? Otherwise I’ll have to rip my ears off. And for the record, I do not want to be there when Baby Glitterbutt arrives.” “Me either,” Fitz said. “My dad made me go to the Hekses’ unicorn preserve for a delivery one time.” He shuddered. “Who knew they came out so slimy?” “Ew, dude,” Keefe said. “I did not need to know that.”

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453. “Sadly, there’s no cure for teenage angst,’ Elwin told her,...”

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454. “It wasn’t all your fault. He glared at Keefe, and Keefe blew them a kiss. He’s lucky I don’t shove that book somewhere he really won’t appreciate it.”

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455. “You’re thinking that you’re the only one at this table with any common sense,” she announced. “And you’re tired of watching Kenric stare at Oralie.”

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456. “She unfastened the pin and scooted closer, wrapping one arm – and part of the cape – around him so they could share. Tam snorted. “Guess we have to score one for Keephie.” Grady’s sigh had a whole lot of groan mixed in. “Wait.” Kesler glanced at Dex, who was shaking his head at his dad – hard. “Does that mean – ” Juline elbowed him before he could finish the question.”

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457. “His hard eyes focused on Keefe. “If Sophie returns with so much as a scratch, I’ll let Grizel determine your punishment – and I think you’ll find it to be creative and memorable.” “Live in fear of the scary girlfriend,” Keefe mumbled. “Got it.” “And the terrifying father,” Grady added. “I can make King Dimitar look cuddly.”

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458. “Team Don’t-You-Dare-Let-Them-Convince-You-to-Risk-Your-Life-Again.”

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459. “Admit it. You’re tempted to let the Neverseen have him now, aren’t you?” A tiny, tiny part of her was. But the larger part – the part that always had to be annoyingly practical – knew this was a way better solution than any promise she might force Keefe into making after who knew how many more hours of arguing.”

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460. “Really?” Keefe asked. “Seems to me like they got to see you guys unleash something you didn’t understand, then cower under a force field for a bit and finally flee without even recovering the body of your fallen friend. I’m sure everyone was super impressed.”

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461. “She was officially starting to hate everybody. And herself. And the world.”

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462. “But we’re going to stand close enough so we can eavesdrop, right?” Keefe asked. Fitz flung a pillow and smacked Keefe in the head – then yelped, clutching his shoulder. “Don’t make me restrain you!” Physic warned him. “And don’t you dare fling that pillow back!” she told Keefe as he lined up his aim.”

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463. “Ugh, would you guys just admit you’re in love with each other already?” Keefe told them. “If Fitzphie can do it, anyone can!” Bo and Ro aimed their weapons at him – and Sophie was tempted to grab a throwing star and join in.”

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464. “Plus, after the whole ogre king thing, you’re on pretty thin ice, y’know? I bet if you sneeze too loud, Bronte will call a Tribunal.”

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465. “The drawing after that showed Lord Cassius covered in some sort of thick, sticky slime.”

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466. “It’s okay,” Keefe told her. “Unleash the lecture! Here, I’ll even start it for you.” His voice shifted up to an uncanny impersonation of hers. “How dare you ambush me, Keefe? I don’t care if you’re the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen – WAY better looking than other guys with their dimples or weirdly teal eyes. You had no right to show up and surprise me like that!”

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467. “Just pure determination when he told her, “Because Team Foster-Keefe is going to win.” Fourteen.”

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468. “PRATTLES These chewy, peanut-butter-and-caramel-flavored candies are filled with cream and taste delicious. But everyone would buy them even if they were gross, because every box of Prattles contains an awesome collectible pin based on the protected species. Everyone collects and trades Prattles pins.”

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469. “Even more unfortunate was the fact that Mr. Forkle wasn’t the only one waiting for her. The other four members of the Collective were there, back in their bizarre disguises. And Livvy was Physic again, this time wearing a silver mask decorated with black feathers. Grady was there too. And Alden and Della. And Fitz, Dex, Biana, Tam, and Linh. And Sandor, Grizel, Woltzer, Lovise, and Cadoc.”

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470. “Grady is powerful,” Della jumped in. “But not as powerful as you’d think.” “How can you say that?” Sophie asked. “Grady made all twelve Councillors smack themselves in the face!” Della laughed. “Wish I’d been there to see that.”

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471. “And for the record, I will be there when you confront Councillor Bronte – and I don’t recommend resorting to dramatics.” “Aw, come on, Gigantor!” Ro whined. “How many times does a girl get a chance to stomp into a room and demand to know if someone’s her daddy? Bonus points if she can squeak out a few tears – and then follow it up with a face slap!” She let out a wistful sigh. “Should we also take bets on what the verdict’s going to be?”

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472. “Eh, that’s what they all say. But deep down girls always have one guy they can’t take their eyes off – isn’t that right, Fitz?”

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473. “Keefe reached toward her, and for a second she wondered if he was going to take her hand – but he grabbed the Jammie Dodgers instead.”

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474. “There’s always Lady Kiddo,” Dex suggested, striding up beside them and earning a chuckle from Grady. “Or you could join the cool kids and call her Lady Fos-Boss.” Grady’s eyebrows shot up. Sophie shook her head. “Don’t ask – and that’s not happening.”

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475. “There’s the smile I’ve been waiting for! It’s about time, Foster! I wasn’t sure how many more biscuits I’d be able to stomach. I mean, these weren’t too bad” – he picked up the Jammie Dodgers from the stack of cookie packages piled between them – “but note to self: Next time Foster shows up out of the blue, clearly upset over something she’s been worrying about all day and yet refuses to talk about, stick with mallowmelt for the cheer-up process.”

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476. “Or maybe you’d rather I put my incredible Empath talents to work and help you solve the complicated square you’re always telling yourself is a triangle?”

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477. “Grady sighed and reached for Sophie’s hand – which didn’t feel that strange until Bronte grabbed her other hand.”

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478. “Glad we get to meet – though I wish I weren’t stuck behind this mask. I’d tell you my real name, but then I’d face the wrath of that one.” She tilted her head toward Mr. Forkle, who did not look pleased.”

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479. “Go shower and change,” Edaline told Grady, brushing green Verdi feathers off of his black tunic. “You can’t meet with the Council smelling like a wet dinosaur.” “See, and I think that’ll make it more fun,” Grady countered. But he headed toward their shimmering glass-and-gold manor without further protest.”

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480. “Maybe we can say I want to make a case for joining Team Fancypants – ” “Team Valiant,” Sophie corrected. He smirked. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m never gonna call it that. Just like I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to me calling you the Lovely Lady F.”

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481. “Though we need a WAY cooler name, Keefe jumped in. How about Team Foster-Keefe and the Wonderboy?”

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482. “Sandor made several squealy sounds that Sophie couldn’t wait to tease him about later.”

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483. “She’d chosen a pear-shaped fruit with a smooth teal skin. It looked too pretty to eat, and Sophie wished she’d gone with that instinct. It tasted like juicy cheese, and each bite felt greasier than the last.”

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484. “I told him I’m sorry for hating him so much.” “Oh,” Sophie said. “That must’ve been awkward.”

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485. “It’s a huge relief.” In fact, her head felt lighter than it had in days. Minus twenty pounds of worry. “Good,” Bronte told her, his familiar scowl returning. “Because this is the end of this conversation.”

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486. “Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s try it.”

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487. “Ha, I’m so not a superhero,” Sophie corrected, focusing on the joke so she wouldn’t get all teary again. “Please – you even wear a cape!” Amy teased back.”

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488. “Okay, I can buy us some time,” Dex said, “but I’m going to have to ruin the obscurer.” “Is that the only way?” Fitz asked. “No, I thought it’d be fun to make things extra hard and dangerous!”

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489. “Stop!” a familiar squeaky voice shouted behind her. Sophie froze. She’d learned that it was much easier to let the seven-foot-tall, heavily armed gray goblin lead the way – along with a hulking ogre warrior and a tiny green-toothed gnome. Sandor, Bo, and Flori were three of her five multispeciesial bodyguards, and they took their jobs very seriously.”

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490. “Ro clicked her tongue. “Hmm. This sounds a lot like something I warned you would happen, doesn’t it, Hunkyhair?” Keefe shot her a withering glare before turning back to Sophie.”

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491. “And Sandor has a secret girlfriend.” Sandor shot her a glare that could’ve withered flowers. “What?” Sophie asked. “Who’s she going to tell?” Sandor muttered something about “respect for privacy.”

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492. “I’d still be thinking I was being chased by kelpies and unicorns. There might’ve been a talking murcat, too, and maybe a flock of boobries? I don’t know – it was super weird and really overwhelming.”

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493. “Exactly,” Ro said. “For the record, I’m totally on Team Not-the-Daddy.” “You are?” Keefe asked. “Yup! I’ve seen the dude, remember? I mean, personally I think all of you elves are scrawny and weird-looking – but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to tell which ones of you are technically ‘prettier’ by your elf-y standards. And Councillor Pointy Ears? Meh. No way his daughter could be our little blond hottie right here.”

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494. “I think it’s best if I don’t let you finish that sentence,” Ro jumped in. “The probability of you making things worse is muuuuuuuuuuch too high. And since I’m being more helpful than you deserve, I’ll also add that now might be a good time for you to tell us how you’re feeling – and spoiler alert: ‘Fine’ is not the correct answer.”

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495. “Exillium is our chance to finally get some answers. We need to find out who the Psionipath is and figure out how to find him, and what he was doing with that tree. We’ll also be in the Neutral Territories, so we need to learn anything we can about the plague. We need proof that the ogres are behind this – if they’re behind it – and we need to figure out if the drakostomes are involved.” “That is quite a large to-do list,” Mr. Forkle said.”

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496. “The elves were supposed to be this superior, enlightened species – but they sure had some terrible parents in the mix.”

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497. “Bronte always crept into the dream, lecturing her or scowling at her or threatening to exile her. And when he’d held out his arms and asked, “Who needs a hug?” she’d decided she was never sleeping again.”

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498. “Thank you,” she told him. “You saved me from being Lady Marshmallow Hands.” Dex grinned, flashing his dimples. “See, now I kinda want to take back the gadgets.” “Don’t even think about it,” Sophie warned. “Oh, I’m thinking about it, Lady Marshmallow Hands,” Dex countered.”

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499. “I don’t care about permanent damage.” “Yeah, I can tell.” “Pretty sure she’s not just talking about your wound – in case you didn’t catch that,” Ro told him. She shrugged when Sophie glanced at her. “What? He’s a clueless guy. Figured I should help him out.”

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500. “She reappeared, balanced on his belly with one of her jeweled shoes pressed against his throat. He kicked and thrashed, but couldn’t throw her off. “I believe you’ve proven your point, Ms. Vacker,” he wheezed. She pressed her shoe down harder. “I told you to call me Della.” “Whoa, remind me never to get on your mom’s bad side,” Keefe said.”

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