“You're a very amusing fellow," he told Halt. "I'd like to brain you with my ax one of these days."
Erak to Halt.”

“Sit down, Will. There’s a good fellow,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” replied Will, and Halt’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“He’s never called me sir,” he said.
“Probably trying to get on my good side,” Crowley replied.
Halt nodded savagely. “Probably.”

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“Now," said Halt, "all I have to do is work out a way of beating these horse-riding devils."
Erak grinned at him. "That should be child's play," he said. "The hard part will be convincing Ragnak about it.”

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“You're an Apprentice! You're not ready to think!"
Gilan and Halt.
The Ruins of Gorlan.”

John Flanagan (1873–1938) Irish-American hammer thrower

“My leg hurts," the soldier whined.

"Of course it does," Halt told him. "I put an arrow through it. Did you expect it not to hurt?”

John Flanagan (1873–1938) Irish-American hammer thrower

“Relax? he repeated incredulously. You're going to fight an armored knight with nothing more than a bow and you tell me to relax?
I'll have one or two arrows as well, you know, Halt told him mildly, and Horace shook his head in disbelief.”

John Flanagan (1873–1938) Irish-American hammer thrower

“Halt Halt," said Gilan stepping out into the open.”

John Flanagan (1873–1938) Irish-American hammer thrower

“The young gentleman is correct," he said.
Halt raised an eyebrow. "He may be correct, and he is undoubtedly young. But he's no gentleman."

~Halt and General Sapristi speaking of Will”

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“You spoil your horse, Halt said.
Will glanced at him. You spoil yours.
Halt considered the thought, then nodded. That's true.”

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“I hurl my heart to halt his pace.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer