“Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'--William Boot”

“It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.”

“No mortal ear could have heard the kelpie passing through the night, for the great black hooves of it were as soundless in their stride as feathers falling.”

“You missed the shadow of the hawk on the vole if you think how wonderfully free a vole is!”

“A forty-foot worm?" Will muttered to Jem as they moved through the Italian garden, their boots - thanks to a pair of Soundless runes - making no noise on the gravel. "Think of the size of the fish we could catch."Jem's lips twitched. "It's not funny, you know.""It is a bit.”

“With my foot on the water, I feel The moon outside,Take on the utmost of its power. I rise and go out through the boats.I set my broad soul upon silver, On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,Stepping outward from the earth onto waterIn quest of the miracle.”