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The Sable Quean A Tale from Redwall [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Jacques, Brian
  • Author:  Jacques, Brian
  • ISBN-10:  0142420603
  • ISBN-10:  0142420603
  • ISBN-13:  9780142420607
  • ISBN-13:  9780142420607
  • Publisher:  Firebird
  • Publisher:  Firebird
  • Pages:  416
  • Pages:  416
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2012
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2012
  • SKU:  0142420603-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0142420603-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100561574
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Another Redwall adventure you won't forget!

The devious ruler Vilaya the Sable Quean and her hordes of vermin have a plan to conquer Redwall. And when the Dibbuns go missing, the plan is revealed. Will the Redwallers risk their Abbey and all of Mossflower Wood to save their precious young ones? Perhaps Buckler, Blademaster of the Long Patrol, can save the day. He has a score of his own to settle. And fear not, the Dibbuns are not as innocent as they appear. After all, they're from Redwall!Dr. Brian Jacques was both a master storyteller and a jack-of-all-trades. He lived the life of a sailor, actor, stand-up comedian, radio host, bobby, even a bus driver. He was the recipient of an honorary doctorate in literature from the University of Liverpool and a New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty-five books for younger readers, including the wildly popular Redwall series. Dr. Jacques was a lifelong resident of Liverpool, England.Book One

Travel Is An Adventure!

1

Wreathing slowly through the foliage of a white willow, smoke spiralled into the warm summer noon. Below on the riverbank, two rats and a burly stoat squatted around the fire, roasting roots and wild turnips on sharpened sticks. Scraping away ashes and burnt soil, the stoat inspected his half-raw turnip. He spat sourly into the fire.

“Wot sorta vittles is this fer a warrior? Stinkin’ roots an’ turnips ’ard as rocks!”

one of the rats remarked hopefully, “If’n ye don’t fancy it, then ¬I’ll eat it for ye.”

Baring his snaggled teeth, the stoat whipped forth a ¬dagger. “Put a paw near my vittles an’ ¬I’ll gut yer!”

The other rat nibbled at a ramson root, wincing with disgust. He was in agreement with the stoat. “Aye mate, meat’s wot we need, a brace o’ plump woodpigeons, or even a fish. I like fishes.”

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