Quotes From Avatar: The Last Airbender Uncle Iroh Novels & Stories

Iris said, pausing as she gave a weak smile. "Okay, I will do my best," I mumbled. "Tell me the story about my uncle and you." "Ah…" The tale about Hatzis and me would only provoke me to anger and make me hateful. Also, I didn't want to remember things so early in the morning and lose myself to my resentment for a dead wolf, so I said nothing, and I could tell that it offended her. "Fine. I will do a taste test so you will believe me when I tell you that nothing is poison!" Iris said in a sharp tone.

"Can't you meet your uncle? He might be a concrete dick, but he can't just turn away from helping you, can he?" "I can't meet my uncle. He might inform my family and leak it to the media." Autumn paused again. "That man is a fat pain in the ass. And Iris has him wrapped around her little finger." Autumn sighed as Charlie slumped into a long, thoughtful stare, tapping the table until her eyes gleamed with a sudden idea.

Uncle replied and I don't know if he's angry with me because I heard him laugh at me. "I'm really sorry, uncle." I apologize again. "You will never voyeur at my naked body again, Nicklaus, because this time you can freely touch and taste my body," Uncle whisper into my ear causing my body to tremble when I felt his burning breath on my nape. I can't believe what my uncle just told me, I don't know if I heard him right.

“Iori! Look at you back at being the true first daughter of our household! This sigh brings tears to my eyes!” He uncle said loudly as he patted her shoulders laughing out loud as if there wasn’t enough noise and the atmosphere needed him to liven it up. In reality, it did need him to liven things up. Iori couldn’t think of family meals without her great uncle’s booming laughter shaking them up every now and then, “Uncle, I don’t think it’s seeing me that’s bringing you to tear, it think it’s the alcohol” Iori commented with a wry smile, “What are you doing drinking this early in the morning?” She asked him and he grumbled under his breath.

Proudly, I lift my helmet, clasping it under my left armpit, and raise my right hand into the air with a roar. “Who rules the world!?” I yell into the thick air. “Phoenix!” They echo. “I said who l rules the fucking world!?” “Phoenix!” “Who. Rules. The. World!?????” “PHOENIX!!” “PHOENIX!!” “PHOENIX!!!” A mighty ovation follows, and I stand back, smiling as I look at the men— my brothers. While the cheers rage on, my uncle comes out, the black robe he's wearing barely shielding his body.

The man is as rotten as a spoilt mango. "I make no promises Uncle" "Davii" The pen in my hand stops spinning. The playful expression on my face disappears. "Papa said not to kill him but he also said I shouldn't let anyone threaten my existence" my voice comes out in a hiss. Uncle sighs like he's tired of my shit. "That is why I asked if he offended you" I scoff. "You don't worry Uncle, everything is..... Great" I send him a wide smile, he eyes me suspiciously with a shake of his head he drops the matter. "How many of our members did we lose?"

“And Ella, remember that drink they called ‘Firewater’? You looked ready to breathe actual flames!” Ella doubles over laughing, clutching her stomach. “Oh my god, don’t remind me! I don’t know what they put in that stuff, but I thought I was going to turn into a dragon!” Dad, never one to miss a chance to tease, glances at Uncle Evans with a smirk. “And how about our resident surfing champ here?” He points at Evans, who shakes his head with a groan, but he’s grinning, too. “I still can’t believe you let me talk you into hitting those waves!”

“We need to go.” “Go and what? Losing my son! What is the purpose of helping others… how can I help them if I couldn’t even help my own son?” He covered his face with his hand. “Cza… you know that I lost a lot in my life… I can’t just leave and lose another.” “Uncle, we will never stop until we find him. Please uncle… remember? You trained us. Right, guys?” He looked at his friends who nodded with determination to help. “We can handle this. Just please… go and save the world.” Aquiro was begging.

she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.” The nail thrums in my grip, alive as a struck tuning fork. I think of Uncle D’s stories—how iron remembers the mine’s blood, the forge’s fury. How it hungers for vengeance. “Let’s answer them,” I hiss. Uncle D laughs, a sound like gravel and grace. He’s perched in the window frame, shotgun balanced on his knee like a lover. At sixty, he moves like shadow—a man who’s buried more traitors than the earth can hold. “Li gen zo nan do li! (She’s got backbone!)”

My uncle stepped closer and lowered his voice when he got closer to me. "Don’t ever forget what I taught you. I mean it. People will test you in all ways. Some will want to break you and make things difficult for you but don’t let them." "I won’t," I said, trying to hold his gaze without showing how much this goodbye meant to me. "If you need backup," he added, "just let me know. Just make sure the word gets to me Ivy.” "You will come?" I asked and he nodded with a wide grin on his face.