Top 500 Shannon Messenger Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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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402. “You kids are going to make me cry.”

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403. “Sophie was starting to put serious thought into Keefe’s “kidnap Elwin” plan.”

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404. “His smile faded. “Yeah. He said Fitz was going to need a friend today.” “He said a lot more than that,” Ro muttered. “Relax, Foster,” Keefe said, shooting Ro a glare before he pointed to the crease that had formed between Sophie’s eyebrows. “No need to get all crinkly on me.”

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405. “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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406. “Anyway, back to my brilliant facts – and moving on to number three! Once you confront Bronte – ” “Hopefully in a super-dramatic way,” Ro cut in, making Sophie and Keefe both jump so hard that Sophie’s forehead crashed into Keefe’s chin. “Forgot you weren’t alone?” Ro asked, raising her eyebrows as Keefe pulled away from the hug. Sophie totally had.”

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407. “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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408. “Plus, I was wrestling with an overly protective dog and a supremely mistrustful cat!”

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409. “Guilt is a treacherous thing. It creeps in slowly, breaking you down bit by bit.”

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410. “Never is a long time,” Mr. Forkle told Sophie. “Most things tend to be much more temporary.”

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411. “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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412. “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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413. “Sadly, there’s no cure for teenage angst,’ Elwin told her,...”

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414. “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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415. “Foster and I would be having a slumber party tonight.” “No you wouldn’t,” Grady informed him. Keefe smirked. “Worried I’ll prank you?” “Definitely not what I’m worried about.” And on that note, Sophie decided it was time for another subject change.”

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416. “Wouldn’t that be a gorgentaveridon?” Fitz interrupted. “It seems like the argentavis and eurypterid should be in the name.” Lady Gisela sighed. “Clearly this is why you get along so well with my son.” Fitz shrugged. “Hey, it’s not my fault you chose a stupid name.”

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417. “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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418. “You need water,” Keefe told her, grabbing a bottle of Youth off the floor and handing it to her. “I’ve had a few sips from this, but if I head to the kitchen for a fresh one, Lord Annoyingpants will be waiting there with questions.”

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419. “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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420. “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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421. “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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422. “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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423. “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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424. “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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425. “Okay, so you have two choices,” he told her. “You can tell me what brought on the Foster Funk. Or I can guess – and I have some pretty interesting theories.” “So do I,” Ro added, snatching the box of Prattles away from Keefe and pouring half the candy into her mouth at once. “Three seconds to decide,” Keefe warned. “Then it’s guessing time!” “It’s not a big deal,” Sophie told him over the sound of Ro’s crunching.”

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426. “Of course I am – how many times do I have to tell you I’m a genius before you start believing me?”

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

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429. “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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430. “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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431. “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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432. “The drawing after that showed Lord Cassius covered in some sort of thick, sticky slime.”

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433. “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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434. “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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435. “I’m not sitting any of this out! And if you try to lock me up, it’s on.” “Anyone else kinda want to see that?” Ro asked, raising her hand. “Come on – you know you’re curious, Gigantor. Our girl’s got a feisty side to her that’s gonna be epic when she fully unleashes it.”

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436. “And then he looked like he wanted to hug it out, so I bolted out of there.”

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437. “These groups may have created the game. But that doesn’t mean we have to play by their rules.”

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438. “Linh let her watery stars evaporate. “Being created doesn’t make it any less real. Look at Sophie.” Sophie definitely wasn’t sure what to do with that comparison – or Linh’s point about the gorgodon.”

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439. “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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440. “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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441. “Balance is good,” Linh agreed. “But it can be hard to hold on to,” Tam countered.”

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442. “Everyone believes I’m the fragile beauty hiding in my husband’s shadow. But I’m far more powerful than anyone imagines.”

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

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

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445. “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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446. “How could I lose that much time?” “It’s called almost dying,” Edaline said gently. “Actually, it’s called ‘Fostering’ now,” Keefe corrected.”

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

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449. “Go ahead,” Biana told her, her voice surprisingly steady. “You can drop the mock bravery, my dear. There are safer ways to impress my son. Just ask that one.” “SHUT UP!” Keefe screamed as Lady Gisela tilted her head toward Sophie.”

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450. “Thanks to you and Ro – and Bangs Boy – it’s not like I have a very busy or exciting schedule these days. It’s either this, or sit at home while Dad of the Year complains about how I should be studying or honing my empathy instead of drawing – which does at least give me an excuse to doodle some very unflattering cartoons of him and hide them around the Shores of Solace for him to find.”

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