Redwall (Redwall, Book 1)
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Perfect for fans of C. Alexander London's The Wild Ones, and Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.
The question in this first volume is resoundingly clear: What can the peace-loving mice of Redwall Abbey do to defend themselves against Cluny the Scourge and his battle-seasoned army of rats? If only they had the sword of Martin the Warrior, they might have a chance. But the legendary weapon has long been forgotten-except, that is, by the bumbling young apprentice Matthias, who becomes the unlikeliest of heroes. Teeming with riddles, humor, unforgettable characters, and high-bounding adventure, the original Redwall, the launching point for a series that has captured the world's attention, features seven full-color illustrations by renowned illustrator Troy Howell. This new paperback edition is a must-have for both longtime fans and first-time readers.
den. Spring cleaning, y’know. A bit late, but I’m only a bachelor in single quarters, what!” Matthias was flabbergasted. Here he was fighting off a dozen rats, trying to rescue the Vole family, while Basil was dusting out his den! The young mouse could scarcely hold his temper. “Oh, how nice of you, Mr. Hare. So glad you could join us,” he said sarcastically, as they beat off rats and hurried the Voles along. “I don’t suppose you put the kettle on for tea?” Basil bowed to Mrs. Vole and
of soil, rubbing it into her paws to give some extra gripping power. “Lovely day for a climb,” she remarked off-handedly. Then away she went, paw over paw, up the massive Abbey face. The lower wall with its arched sandstone window frames held no difficulties for the tough squirrel. She climbed with speed and alacrity. Lifting herself over the gutter with a neat flick of her bushy tail, Jess clattered across to a small slate side roof. She was temporarily lost to view at the start of the
bowed low in a dignified manner, gesturing with her massive blunt paw. “The floor is yours, Father Abbot.” “Thank you, Constance, my good and faithful friend,” the Abbot murmured. He looked about him, shaking his head gravely. “I have little more to say on the subject, but as I see that you still need convincing, here is my proposal. We will send two mice out to relieve the gatehouse. Let me see, yes… Brothers Rufus and George, would you kindly go and take over from Brother Methuselah?
waved it about. “Listen to me,” she roared. “I know that Log-a-Log is a wise elder, but I am president of our union, comrades. The mouse hasn’t told us where he is going.” There was a brief silence. Another shrew snatched hold of the stone. “Aye, that’s right! Where are you off to, mouse?” The stone was thrust at Matthias. “I’ll tell you,” he said. “But my name is not ‘mouse.’ It’s Matthias. Redwall Abbey is in danger from Cluny the Scourge and his horde—” There was immediate
pure-white plumage was broken only by a few brown bars on the wing and some dark spots on the crown. He had six dangerous talons in front, two at the back of his legs and a sharp heavily-curved beak. His eyes were colossal: twin golden orbs with circular black centers. Matthias continued ducking and weaving, conscious that his life hung by a thread. Captain Snow flicked out a talon. Matthias dodged nimbly aside. “State your name and rank. Who gave you my medal?” snapped the owl in a flat