Top 500 Shannon Messenger Quotes (2024 Update)
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451. “Oh sure.” Sophie couldn’t tell if the tightness in her chest was from tears she was holding back – or laughter. “Just another typical day in my life as the moonlark. It’s always an adventure – and apparently I’m not the only one here who knows what it’s like to be an experiment.” “You’re not,” Mr. Forkle agreed, absently rubbing his hip. And Sophie wanted to keep sulking –.”

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452. “We need to get your mind to a happier place. Want me to sing? Or how about I bust out more of my incredible dancing?” He folded his arms behind his head, shaking his hips and flapping his elbows like wings.”

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453. “She leaned over, pulling Keefe into the tightest hug possible, and whispered, “Thank you.”

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454. “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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455. “Ro rumpled his hair. “Listen to my little elf boy, sounding all knowledgeable about microbiology and stuff! I’ve never been so proud.”

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456. “I don’t. And that’s what terrifies me. In all my four thousand, three hundred and twenty-nine years on this planet – ” “Four thousand,” Sophie interrupted. “You’re four thousand, three hundred and twenty-nine years old?” She knew the elves had indefinite lifespans, so it wasn’t that big of a stretch to know that gnomes did too. But the number was too huge to fit in her brain. “I believe that’s the right age,” Calla agreed. “Though there have been stretches where I lost count.”

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457. “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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458. “I love how you make it sound like we just have to knock on the gates of Ravagog and King Dimitar will invite us in for a party.” “A parade in our honor seems more likely,” Keefe teased.”

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459. “She wished she could’ve come up with a stronger way to wrap up her response, but... hope was really all they ever had. And Sophie refused to treat it like it wasn’t enough.”

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460. “Tarina unleashed a colorful array of Trollish words as the ground drew closer and closer.”

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461. “Yes, I will call you Lady Lectures-a-Lot every time you transmit to me. That’s definitely not what I meant. What about Little Miss Heartbreaker? Keefe! Okay, fine, we’ll stick with the Mysterious Miss F. Deal? Deal, she agreed.”

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462. “Whoa, let’s not add projectile vomiting to the list of Awesome Things We Get To Do Today,” Keefe said, clutching his stomach.”

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463. “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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464. “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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465. “But so did the way Linh carried herself ever since she’d saved Atlantis. She was no longer the shy, quiet girl fighting a constant battle against her power. Now she moved with a confidence that looked a whole lot like swagger.”

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466. “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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467. “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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468. “She was officially starting to hate everybody. And herself. And the world.”

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469. “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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470. “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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471. “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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472. “You want a bag of Fitz’s barf?” Keefe asked, snapping out of his daze. “Wow, that’s even too gross for me.” Physic shrugged. “It’s not even in the top ten grossest things I’ve done.” “What’s in the top ten?” Keefe asked. “I’ll tell you another time.”

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473. “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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474. “Exactly,” Sophie agreed. “I mean, we broke into Exile. How hard could it be?” The flames over Marella’s hands cooled back to blue, and her lips pulled into a smile. “You guys should see the looks on your bodyguards’ faces right now. It’s like a contest to see who can give the evilest glare – though your guard doesn’t really look surprised, Biana.” “I’m sure he isn’t,” Biana said, smiling over her shoulder at poor Woltzer.”

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475. “Everyone has potential for both good and bad.”

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476. “Someone needs to tell Shade Boy the role of Troublemaker with Daddy Issues is already filled,” Keefe mumbled, pulling her back to their conversation. “You could’ve told him that when you warned him about the Foster fan club,” Biana suggested. “Or not,” Sophie jumped in.”

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477. “You treated Romhilda?” “I did. And I hope I’m around if you ever call her that to her face,” Elwin noted, likely remembering how strongly Ro felt about people using her full name.”

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478. “What was the problem again? A locked gate?”

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479. “Keefe gave her sister his famous smirk, reaching up to smooth his expertly tousled blond hair. “Don’t worry – we’re all in the Foster Fan Club.” “They’re my friends,” Sophie clarified when her sister shrank back another step.”

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480. “Except proof that Keefe’s dad is even more ridiculous than my father,” Tam added. “Do you know he has an entire room dedicated to himself, complete with a life-size statue made of lumenite? It glows, guys. I’m going to have nightmares about it.”

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481. “Get ready to hate me,” Keefe said as he set a tray in her lap filled with mouthwatering candy and desserts and then told her she couldn’t eat any of it. Ro and Elwin were zero help – both munching happily on trays of their own.”

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482. “You’ll wait until we have our much-cooler new team name, though, right?” Dex clarified. “So you won’t have everyone making fun of Team Prodigious?” Councillor Emery’s sigh echoed down the hall. “Yes, I suppose that would make sense. You five need to figure that out as quickly as possible.” Which foolishly opened the door to a whole lot of team-name brainstorming between Dex and Biana. Sophie tuned them out somewhere between Team Hotness and Team Awesomesauce.”

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483. “Amy gasped. “Did that hurt?” “Of course,” Mr. Forkle told her, lowering his shirt back into place. “Definitely one of the top ten most painful things I’ve ever experienced.”

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484. “The group we all illegally went to help this morning?” Fitz asked, grinning at her when she was forced to nod. “Just making sure. Carry on.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “Not only will I be going to live with the group the Council has basically made their Public Enemy Number One, but I’ll be doing it without the circlet they ordered me to wear – ” “You mean the circlet I illegally helped you remove and then threw into the Everblaze to destroy?” Dex asked.”

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

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486. “You build entire cities out of jewels and live in glittering castles,” Sophie said, “but you can’t spare any medicine or food for a group of kids who are smart and talented and would try way harder if they weren’t constantly being told they’re worthless? What’s the point of having the school in the first place? It could be a valuable rehabilitation center if you supported it. But you’re letting it go to waste.”

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487. “I go where you go.”

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488. “Ugh, Keefe needs to get better,” Dex mumbled. “I need someone to barf with me over Fitzphie.”

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489. “Progress, Prosperity, Permanence, and Proliferation,” Grady told her. “The goals of every match.” Sophie sighed. “Well, that’s romantic.”

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490. “Does that mean you’re not going to try to talk me out of this?” “We can if it’ll work,” Grady offered, earning himself an elbow to the ribs from Edaline.”

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491. “Yeah, never mind, that is definitely vomit worthy, Foster. Panic away.”

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492. “Awwwwwww – good one, Hunkyhair!” Ro called, ruining the moment – not that it was a moment or anything like that. “Way to recover!”

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493. “Froglike creatures that burp stinky gas when frightened – which makes muskogs a popular choice for pranksters.”

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494. “I realize at your age,” he said carefully, “dating and relationships can feel like everything. But it’s truly only one small fraction of your life – and something you definitely don’t need to be rushing into. Perhaps in a few hundred years – ” “A few hundred years,” Sophie repeated, suddenly despising the elves’ indefinite life span with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.”

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495. “Nope. I’m in a cave. All I’ve seen are rocks. What color are they? They’re rocks, Sophie.”

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496. “The next few minutes were filled with more screams and bangs and crashes than a summer blockbuster movie. The dwarven guards made an excellent show of resisting before collapsing to the ground with defeated groans.”

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497. “If you mean the sense that you’re about to agree to something that’ll probably change everything, and part of you is excited while the other part is terrified that you’re going to ruin all the stuff you care about – yep. Why do you think I tug on my eyelashes?” Tam’s smile looked grim.”

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498. “You look better,” Biana told Sophie the next morning, glancing at Stina. “Doesn’t she look better?” “Does she?” Stina asked, with her trademark brutal honesty. “I mean, she’s not so greasy anymore, but she’s still awfully pale.”

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499. “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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500. “Fitz reeled on him. “You’re on their side? Is that why you just sat there and talked about your stupid hair?” “Okay, first? We both know my hair is awesome,” Keefe said with his hugest smirk yet.”

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