SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF GA'HOOLE, BOOK SEVEN, CHAPTER 21
It had been Phillip's love for him that made him defy his mother. It had been his love for Phillip that had made him say he would never return to the Pure Ones. And perhaps it was love, or the promise of it, that drove him on his quest for truth that seemed to be leading to his uncle Soren. Whatever love was, it had a power beyond anything he'd ever imagine.
THEY LITERALLY BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER
IF NYROC SEES PHILLIP MORE-SO AS A FATHER FIGURE, YOU NEVER SAW THIS (though I doubt it, now that he's dead 💀)
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Bro... I was so distraught when Phillip died, like I was so frustrated and confused, it made me pause reading GOGH for a good while
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Yeah!! I did get into Warriors first but I think during like. mid-late 2021 I had a good few months where all I read was Guardian's of Ga'Hoole. Took me months to track down the 4-6th books, so my reading was halted. But I now own the first 6 and a few of the later ones!!
Question, who's your favorite character? I have literally never met another person who likes the series before
yussss fellow Guardians loverrrr
HMMMM favorite character? I haven't read the books in a long time so my opinions would probably be different these days but I remember really loving Glyfie and Coryn/Nyroc I also love Nyra... she is my true fave because I love women villains (she's a terrible person a hate her and therefore she is great)
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You Have My Attention: Guardians of Ga'Hoole First Lines
Ok, so despite my not being able to undersell the hold the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series had on me in seventh grade, I do have to credit Dom Noble's Lost in Adaptation video on the series and it's film adaptation for inspiring this post. I also wish I could have taken the series photo on my bookshelf, but this series in in my book tubs in Dad's basement in Alaska. All that said though, this series was one of my favorites for literal years, and I wish they were as well-known as like...Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH or Watership Down. So how did author Kathryn Lasky catch my attention as a reader? Let's look at those first lines.
The world spiraled, the needles of the old fir tree blurred against the night sky and then there was a sickening sensation as the forest floor raced toward him. Soren madly tried to beat his stubby little wings. Useless! He thought, I am dead. A dead owlet. Three weeks out of the shell and my life ends!
-- The Capture
Soren felt the blind snake shift in the deep feathers between his shoulders as he and the three other owls flew through the buffeting winds. They had been flying for hours now, and it seemed as if in the last minutes the darkness had begun to dissolve drop by drop, and they were now passing from the full black of the night into the first light of the morning.
-- The Journey
The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comment was bleeding across the sky.
-- The Rescue
Sparks flow off his beak as the owl, mad with rage, careened through the night sky. "I must find water! I must find water! This mask will melt my eyes. Glaux blood on my brother's gizzard!"
-- The Siege
It was the same. That was her first thought.
It looks just like the old fir tree, the one where Soren and I were hatched. And even the shape of the hollow's opening where Mum and Da made their nest, a lopsided O--wasn't that the exact shape?
-- The Shattering
"Night gathers and your time has come," intoned Barran, the large Snowy Owl and monarch of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree. In some ways it seemed like only last night that he, Gylfie, Twilight, and Digger had traveled through that blinding blizzard and had arrived at the great tree. But in other ways it felt like forever. Now they perched, ready to take the most inviolable oath of their lives: They were to become at last Guardians of Ga'Hoole.
-- The Burning
"It's the hatchling," a young owl said as the group watched Nyroc, only son of the great warrior Kludd, begin a power dive. He grasped a charred branch from the ground in his beak and in one swift movement rose seamlessly again into the air brandishing it before him.
-- The Hatchling
"You are a mask. You are nothing more! There is nothing behind your mask, not a face, nothing! I shall fly in the fullness of the night. Under the moon and the stars I shall hunt the vole, the rat, even the fox. I shall become part of owlkind, no matter where I have to go. But I shall go! And I shall never return to the Pure Ones. I defy you. I HAVE FREE WILL!"
-- The Outcast
On a branch outside a hollow of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree, three owls hunched against the first blasts of an early winter gale. One was an Elf Owl, one a Great Gray, and one a Burrowing Owl. They were known collectively as the Band, but their fourth member, the Barn Owl Soren, was in the hollow of his beloved old teacher, Ezylryb. And Ezylryb was dying.
-- The First Collier
Octavia, the pudgy, elderly, blind nest-maid snake, slithered out onto the branch outside her old master's hollow. "Look. I might be blind, but I know that you've been out there all morning. Why aren't you in your hollows sleeping?"
-- The Coming of Hoole
"Nachtmagen!" The word hung in the air treacherous, insidious.
"Do you really think so, Coryn?" Gylfie asked. "Do you think that nachtmagen has seeped back into our world with the ember?"
-- To Be a King
"Look at me, look at me!" the Great Gray hooted. His primaries sparked silver in the moonlight as he carved a steep turn, then folded his wings and plunged toward a cresting wave. He swooped up, barely escaping the grip of the sea as the spume trailed behind him like a comet's tail.
-- The Golden Tree
Threading though the roar of the waterfall, the scratch of a pen on parchment could be heard. Heard, that is, if there was anyone to listen except for the writer. But there wasn't.
-- River of Wind
"All right, Otulissa, how does this sound for the lead article?"
Fritha, a very diligent Pygmy Owl and one of Otulissa's best students, had become the assistant editor of The Evening Hoot, a newspaper that she and Otulissa had started shorty after Coryn came to the tree.
-- Exile
The light of the low-hanging full-shine moon slipped into the cave, making it glow like a lantern of ice above that tiny gut of sea linking the Southern Kingdoms to the Northern Kingdoms.
-- The War of the Ember
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