Top 500 Shannon Messenger Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “Or it could be a Panakes,” Calla breathed. For a second Sophie thought Calla had said “Pancakes” and found herself picturing a tree made of fluffy griddle cakes drizzled with syrup and butter.”

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402. “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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403. “She threw back her hood and pulled off her mask, not missing the way they gawked at her eyes.”

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404. “Prentice is everywhere and nowhere. He can’t help you. Though rumour has it, you can help him.”

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405. “Adults may have wisdom and experience. But our youth are bold and brave and willing to fight for what they believe in with a formidable kind of energy.”

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406. “Though, are you sure that’s a good idea? She already escaped once.” “After thousands of years,” Tam argued. “Still seems like a problem Future You isn’t going to want to deal with,” Ro noted.”

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407. “You kids are going to make me cry.”

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408. “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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409. “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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410. “I think you’re forgetting that I’ve never been normal, Sophie. Remember, I used to miss school all the time to go on my dad’s secret missions to find you. There were all kinds of crazy rumors about where I went. My favorite was that I had a horrible farting disease, and had to stay home to unleash the stink. I’m pretty sure that one was Keefe’s doing.”

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411. “Star-shaped crystals dangled from the ceiling on glittery cords, and blue and purple flowers weaved through the carpet, filling the room with their sweet scent. A giant canopy bed occupied the center of the room, and a huge closet and dressing area took up an entire wall. Bookshelves full of thick, brightly colored volumes filled the other walls. She even had her own bathroom, complete with a waterfall shower and a bathtub the size of a swimming pool.”

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412. “FART A LA CARTE Temporarily causes an abundance of flatulence.”

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413. “Edaline verified in that voice parents often get when they’re trying to sound calm – and failing completely.”

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414. “Here,” Dex said, placing a white box into Sophie’s hands. “Made this for you – and sorry it’s not wrapped. Rex and Bex used up all the ribbon tying Lex to a chandelier.”

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415. “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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416. “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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417. “Uh, do I really need to remind you that I’m an Empath?” he asked. “Or can I just pelt you with the rest of these Digestives? It’d be way better than having to eat them.”

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418. “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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419. “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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420. “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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421. “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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422. “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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423. “Purple sparks crackled at his feet, making him stumble back. “What?” Keefe asked. “Someone needed to make sure they work, right?” He set off another one with a smirk. “Yep, I think we’re good.” Magnate Leto breathed a long-suffering sigh.”

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424. “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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425. “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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426. “But nature is an intricate jigsaw puzzle, and every piece matters.”

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427. “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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428. “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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429. “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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430. “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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431. “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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432. “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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433. “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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434. “What was the problem again? A locked gate?”

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435. “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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436. “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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437. “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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438. “Mr. Happy Shadow Thoughts.”

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439. “Sorry, was I supposed to bow?” “If you had, I would’ve flung a pillow at your head,” she told him with a grin he didn’t return. “And you can forget the Lady Sophie thing, too.” “Thank goodness,” Ro said, dropping her feet from where she’d had them propped on Sophie’s desk. “I never would’ve been able to pull that off with a straight face. And, uh, please tell me this isn’t your permanent new wardrobe.”

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440. “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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441. “Brant offered to let her have it, but Jolie suggested they share, and that was all it took. Instant best friends – completely inseparable.”

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

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443. “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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444. “You are?” a new voice interrupted. A beautiful voice. Keefe’s favorite voice – even when it was all squeaky with worry.”

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445. “I’ll still check the house when I get home and let you know if I see your boy. If he’s there, I’ll hide him in my room and feed him some Rice Krispies or something.”

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446. “Captain Perfectpants.”

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447. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should drag you off to a cave, then. Oh! Or to my dad’s palace! No one’s breached the security there in centuries.” “Sounds fun,” Keefe retorted. “I can teach King Daddy The Ballad of Bo and Ro!”

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448. “Even Ro had no complaints, despite the definite presence of sparkles. She sprawled out on one of the chairs and worked her way through an entire tray of ripplefluffs. “Do I want to know how you found this place?” Sophie wondered as she finished off her third butterblast. “Of course you do,” Keefe told her. “But I never reveal my secrets.”

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449. “I say we storm Ravagog,” Keefe said. “Who’s in?” Mr. Forkle ignored him.”

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450. “Okay, you guys are doing that staring into each other’s eyes thing,” Keefe said, “and it’s a lot creepier when it’s Sophorkle.”

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