Found 32 results for "Redwall Abbey (Imaginary place)"
by Brian Jacques
Matthias cut a comical little figure as he wobbled his way along the cloisters.
by Brian Jacques, Brajan Dzhejks
From the diary of John Churchmouse, historian and re of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower country.
by Brian Jacques
Mossflower lay deep in the grip of midwinter beneath a sky of leaden gray that showed tinges of scarlet and orange on th...
by Brian Jacques
The dormouse was a jolly plump old fellow, clad in a rust-colored jerkin, his white beard curled and trimmed neatly.
by Brian Jacques
It was a warm old autumn afternoon of russet and gold, a time for legends and stories of seasons long gone.
by Brian Jacques
Princess Kurda was considered by all to be a highly skilled swordbeast, the best blade at Riftgard since her grandsire, ...
by Brian Jacques
My father always says that the life of a scholar is more rewarding than that of a cook.
by Brian Jacques
Lord Russano of Salamandastron put aside his quill and capped a tiny gourd of ink with a wooden stopper.
by Brian Jacques
Storm-bruised clouds, heavy and lowering, dropped teeming rain into the howling March wind, slanting in from the northwe...
by Brian Jacques
Three young creatures, the otter twins Bagg and Runn, accompanied by Grubb, their molefriend, hauled a small beech log b...
by Brian Jacques
Melting snowdrifts with grassy knolls poking through made a patchwork of the far east lands as winter surrendered its ic...
by Brian Jacques
The wind moaned like a wounded beast in the southwest.
by Brian Jacques
Abbot Bernard folded his paws deep into the wide sleeves of his garb.
by Brian Jacques
Though Tansy was still only a young hedgehog, she was known to be a veritable rock of good sense by the elders of Redwal...