Top 500 Shannon Messenger Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “Game faces on, everyone! That goes for you too, grandma. Channel your inner grumpy old lady.” Sandor raised his cane like he was considering clubbing Keefe over the head with it. “Perfect!” Keefe told him, pulling them closer to the edge.”

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402. “Then prove it,” Ro said. “Not with a dagger,” she added for Elwin, who was already on his feet. “With that.” She pointed to one of the empty sedative vials near Sophie’s cot. “I’ll fling that toward her head – and don’t worry, I’ll make sure it will miss her – and we’ll see if she knocks it back at me or if it shatters a few inches from her ear.”

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

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405. “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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406. “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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407. “Everyone has potential for both good and bad.”

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408. “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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409. “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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410. “What was the problem again? A locked gate?”

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411. “Shades will always be shady. It’s in the name!”

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412. “I want to remember Havenfield and Atlantis, and Quinlin and Livvy, and Silveny and Greyfell and everyone else, and – ” “Especially me?” Keefe couldn’t resist jumping in.”

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413. “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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414. “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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415. “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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416. “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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417. “Don’t worry, it’s just a boobrie.” “That’s seriously its name?” “Yup. You should hear the jokes Fitz and Keefe make.”

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

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420. “That’s Fitz, she told the suspicious alicorn. FRIEND? Silveny asked. Yes, a very good friend. She sent her memories of the few times Fitz had been around Silveny to remind her who he was. When that didn’t seem to be enough, she replayed the moment Fitz had saved her life, finding her when she was fading away after her kidnapping. LIKE, Silveny decided. I like him too – as a friend, she added quickly, in case Fitz was listening.”

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421. “Discussing boy troubles with her mom was about as fun as being dropped into a pile of sparkly alicorn poop.”

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422. “DON’T SCREAM,” A deep voice told Sophie as she passed through the breakfast area on her way for another early morning river walk. Of course she screamed – but who wouldn’t scream if they found a strange figure lurking in the shadows? Especially if that figure happened to look like a giant two-legged poodle?”

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423. “Fine,” Mr. Forkle grumbled. “But I will hold you responsible if he causes any more trouble, Miss Vacker.” “He wouldn’t do that, now would he?” Biana said, proving how little she knew about imps. “Come on, let’s get you all set up in my room – and then we’ll see what we can do about this stinky fur.”

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424. “Cool, your window is right across from mine!” Keefe said, opening Sophie’s curtains. “We could throw things at each other!”

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425. “Actually, I’d rather bunk with Keefe.” Alvar turned to the group and whispered, “Fitz is a cuddler.”

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426. “Is it okay if I enter your mind?” Fitz asked. “Dude, do you realize how creepy that sounds?” Keefe interrupted. “It’s less creepy than reading her feelings all the time without telling her,” Fitz argued. “Hey, it’s not like I try to do that! You’re just mad that Foster can’t hide things from me.” “Pretty soon, she won’t be hiding anything from me, either.” “Yeah, and I can feel how not excited she is about that all the way over here.”

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427. “Captain Perfectpants.”

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428. “Smoooooooooooooth, Hunkyhair,” Ro told him. “Really, really smoooooooooth.” It sounded like Ro was inside of Sophie’s closet, but Sophie wasn’t propped up enough to be able to tell for certain – and if she was right, Sophie could only imagine what kinds of chaos the ogre princess might cause in there. She sorta hoped it included shredding some of her ridiculously frilly gowns.”

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429. “They have no knowledge of my other identities – or at least, that’s what I’m assuming. You would know better than I would, Mr. Sencen.” “I didn’t tell them anything about you,” Keefe promised. “The story I stuck with was that I secretly suspected you were Councillor Alina – and please, please, please let me be there when Fintan finds out you’re still around. I want to see him pee his pants!”

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430. “Either way, they didn’t know how I’d turn out when they signed me up for this,” she argued. “For all they knew, I could’ve ended up with two heads or three arms or something.” “Ohhhhhh, that would’ve been amazing!” Ro jumped in. “The Black Swan should totally make that happen someday!” “I’m pretty sure everyone involved with Project Moonlark trusted that Forkle knew what he was doing,” Keefe said, ignoring his bodyguard. “He’s supersmart when he’s not being all curmudgeon-y.”

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431. “I’m getting used to it. But do I have permission to go back in?” Keefe snickered. “Smooth, Dude.”

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432. “Bullhorn screamed his head off when he saw you, and then he insisted on lying by your side – which pretty much gave me a meltdown, just so you know.”

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433. “Don’t worry, my love, a bunch of snooty intellectuals are totally going to put your name on a piece of paper and give us permission to date each other’?”

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434. “Some problems screamed Let the big muscly warriors handle this – and killer mutant newborn trolls was definitely one of them.”

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435. “And Edaline must’ve gotten sidetracked by all the hugging and crying and asking fifty thousand questions and forgotten to mention that there were a smirking boy and an ogre princess waiting upstairs. All Sophie knew was, she was going to yell at all of them later, because now she had to face a Keefe-and-Ro Inquisition while still wearing a crown. Sandor and Bo were wise enough to wait in the hall.”

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436. “But they never fully mask what you’re hiding, do they?” He waved his hands through the air again before shaking his head and dropping his arms to his sides. “Actually, it seems like you’re even hiding these feelings from yourself –.”

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437. “A few years ago, Dex had zero friends and more than a few enemies.”

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438. “Any chance I can convince either of you goblins to carry me?” Keefe asked, the third time he ended up knee-deep in sludge. “No, but I’d be happy to carry Sophie,” Sandor offered. Keefe clutched his heart. “That hurts, Gigantor. I bet Ro would carry me.” “And probably bang your head into all the trees,” Grizel added. “No one needs to carry anyone,” Mr. Forkle told them.”

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439. “MR. FORKLE ARRIVED at Havenfield with a handprint-shaped blotch on his left cheek, and Grizel seemed mighty pleased with herself when she strolled in behind him.”

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440. “Though I’ll probably be a Guster like my dad. Controlling the wind – whoop-de-freaking-do.”

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441. “She was tempted to ask if they were journeying with a hobbit to reclaim the Lonely Mountain.”

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442. “And I applaud your bravery, son,” Alden told him, “I also understand your urgency, Sophie. But haste is never a wise course.”

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443. “But it didn’t help that I skipped six grades and had a bad habit of reminding teachers to collect our homework.”

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444. “We want to make sure you’re okay,” Oralie told her, sounding so genuine that it melted a bit of Sophie’s panic. Or it did until Bronte added, “And let’s be honest, we’re all curious to see how this works – myself in particular, given that the ability being focused on is one that Miss Foster and I share.” “If you’d rather have privacy, Sophie,” Edaline jumped in, sending an angry-mama-bear glare at Bronte, “I’m sure the Councillors will understand.”

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445. “See, but ‘smart’ really isn’t my brand. I’m more ‘reckless dream guy without a care’! It’s part of my whole ‘bad boy’ image.” He tossed his hair. “And don’t think I won’t tackle you to get my silver notebook back – I will.” “Okay,” Ro jumped in, before Sophie could respond. “Fun as it is to watch you two try to make each other’s heads explode, I had big plans for napping before some serious pranking this evening. So how about I settle this for you guys and you let me get my beauty rest?”

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446. “Linh grinned. “I think I need to get Happy Shadow Thoughts embroidered on a tunic for you – with a bunch of smiley faces.” “I definitely think I need to see him wear that,” Sophie agreed. “Especially if it’s pink.” “Hot pink,” Linh decided. “With sparkly letters.” “And it should say Angry echoes – beware! on the back!” Sophie added.”

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447. “And about Ro’s bizarre reaction to Bo – which they still hadn’t gotten the details on. Keefe had tried everything he could think of to pry the secret out of her. He’d even been tormenting her with an epic poem he’d written – The Ballad of Bo and Ro. But the princess still hadn’t cracked.”

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448. “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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449. “Kinda looked like Sophie and Fitz were “together.” Huh. My little girl is growing up!”

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450. “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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