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“Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“He would have shaved the centaurs, dipped them in honey, covered them with feathers, and hung them up like a bunch of pinatas. I'm just saying." - Warren”
― Brandon Mull

“Bad pony-men! BOO!”
― Rick Riordan

“Never," said Hagrid irritably, "try an' get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the moon.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“I don鈥檛 believe him,鈥� said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 believe him. I really don鈥檛 believe him. . . .鈥�
鈥淐alm down,鈥� said Harry.
鈥淐alm down!鈥� she said feverishly. 鈥淎 giant! A giant in the forest! And we鈥檙e supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I 鈥� don鈥檛 鈥� believe 鈥� him!”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,鈥� he said.

鈥楾hat is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,鈥� said Abrenuncio. 鈥業f we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.

Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn.

The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had been?

No wonder the kindred love her. No wonder we've all loved her.

Karla quietly cleared her throat to ask the question she suddenly hoped wouldn't be answered. "Who is going to war with Terreille?"

"I am," Witch said.”
― Anne Bishop, Queen of the Darkness

“Stretching one arm behind him, the man passed his hand over the horse's coat, his own skin transformed, or skin which had transformed into him. ("The Centaur")”
― Jos茅 Saramago, The Lives of Things

“Mr Tumnus does look as camp as fuck with his little scarf tied jauntily around his neck. I suppose it isn鈥檛 outside the realms of possibility that he鈥檇 just been off cottaging with some centaurs in the forest.”
― Sarah Lotz, The Three

“No Centaurs here, or Gorgons look to find,
My subject is of man, and human kind.”
― Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy: What It Is, With All the Kinds, Causes, Symptoms, Prognostics, and Several Cures of It ; in Three Partitions; With Their ... Historically Opened and Cut Up, V

“The Centaurs were very polite in a grave, gracious, grown-up kind of way, and as they cantered through the Narnian woods they spoke, without turning their heads, telling the children about the properties of herbs and roots, the influences of the planets, the nine names of Aslan with their meanings, and things of that sort.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

“Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, her lips full and sensual. A golden-brown tax enhanced her immaculate complexion. She wore a white halter-neck top, which stretched tightly over perfectly formed breasts. Flowing blonde hair cascaded around her bare shoulders. She was, thought Paris, very nearly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Such a pity that, from the waist down, she was a horse.”
― Andy Redsmith, Breaking the Lore

“Long and white was his hair, like the mountains of the north, with a towering beard that had aged with time. Shrouded was his cloak, and of yew was his staff, and atop his head, a braided crown made of silver decorated it. Wrapped around his furrow neck, hung a horn, and perched high atop his olden shoulders, rested two ravens resembling the color of a wave鈥檚 crest. From the book Tundra: A Wanderer's Tale into Darkness”
― Marilyn Velez

“I鈥檓 Hermes!鈥� this guy hissed. 鈥淪ee the wings on the helmet?鈥�
鈥淎re you here to deliver flowers?鈥�
Hermes rolled his eyes.
鈥淎 typical centaur, ignorant as a beast.”
― Amy Wolf, The Further Labors of Nick

“Nik贸laos,鈥� said Helen, 鈥測ou must show your father respect. He is in charge of all centaurs, beloved by the gods, and immortal.鈥�
鈥淏ut ignores his own son,鈥� Nick said bitterly. He turned to his dad. 鈥淪o, how many of us kids are there? Enough to run the Derby?”
― Amy Wolf, The Twelve Labors of Nick

“Several weeks have passed since the incident at Lord Frisberts Hat Shop, and I鈥檓 saddened to say, I鈥檝e yet to leave this hole. Rents due, and I could hear old Finby barking from down below, but my pockets run about as dry as the shavings on a chicken coop.
On a good day, I鈥檇 gather some lint off my trousers, but not today. No, sir, not today.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour