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Three sentence stories for every Redwall book except The Rogue Crew because I haven't read it yet.
Easing back into the Redwall fandom, here's my first official contribution in a long time. I invite you to try and match the sentences with the books. Some are fairly easy, such as the Outcast of Redwall sentence. First to correctly guess them all gets a three-sentence story based on the book, character, or pairing of your choice. Heck, I might even accept requests. This is a new thing- I've never done three-sentence novels before, so bear with me, mates.
Again, these are off the top of my head, from what I remember of the books. So if I’m wrong about anything, then please correct me!
Somewhere along the way, they threw aside their good memories. History lessons under the stars, dancing in the mess hall, conspiring to steal the fresh-baked honey cakes. Although the moments never left, her greatest regret was that she could never thank her father for his love.
The loss of Martin, so soon after Felldoh’s death, devastated them. Keyla’s laugh was dull and hollow, Tullgrew withdrew into herself more frequently. And Barkjon lay awake at night, staring at the stars, trying to ignore the emptiness he felt.
Her death should have made him feel something. Instead, the rage drained away. Now he felt nothing.
Long had the searats held a grudge against the fire mountain. Every raid was unsuccessful, every assault fell short. But Ripfang was nothing if not patient, and he could wait another generation to get his revenge.
The more time passed, the more it became apparent that he didn’t fit into Redwall. On the surface he was like the others, but inside he was not. But he never drummed up the courage to say so.
It wasn't often that Methuselah let anybeast into his gatehouse sanctuary. He took great pride in his vast collection of scrolls and books. When Matthias became Abbey Warrior, he ensured the books were sorted and organized in the attic.
death was something they all secretly speculated on. Maybe he would go out surrounded by a thousand foebeasts, or killing some mighty warlord. But Gorath ended up dying at the paws of an enemy that no beast could fight off: a broken heart.
They weren’t sure what to think of her, and several questioned what Inbar saw in her; for she was abrasive, aggressive, and damaged in ways they could never understand. But then the corsairs came- the first attack in any living memory- and Holt Rudderwake was demoralized. Except for Grath and Inbar, who stood back to back and drove off the corsairs almost unaided.
Although their love did not diminish, Iris could no longer understand Rab fully; not since the Bloodwrath had overwhelmed him. Frequently, Rab found solace in the company of the wise old Bellmaker. They were often seen together in the halls of Castle Floret, discussing defense plans or fallen friends.
Bryony said he was good. The others acted like he was evil. Veil never understood how the Redwallers knew so surely what he was when he himself barely knew.
“Leatho, please- at least talk to-”
After he defeated Tsarmina, the memories in his head grew hazy. Where the memories had once been painful, he could now only see faint outlines and muffled sound. Sometimes at night, he would wake to nothing but the dream of a memory and the echoes of a song that he could not name.
Black banners hung from every window. Wailing could be heard far out to sea. Sorrow hung heavily over Salamandastron as they mourned their lost young ones.
Vermin loved many things. Treasure, meat, battle, life. But they also loved their families- as Zwilt found out the hard way.
Rorgus kept his affection for Zaran a secret. It would be selfish to ask anything of her, especially while she was still grieving for her husband and daughter. Little did he realize that his feelings were no secret to her, or that his respect for her needs and feelings was one of the things she loved most about him.