The Cronicles of Narnia. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

When, instead of the traitor, the one who is innocent climbs up the sacrificial table by his own will, the stone table will split, and death itself will fall back before him.

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

But battles are ugly when women fight.

And don’t talk too much about it even among yourselves. And don’t mention it to anyone else unless you find that they’ve had adventures of the same sort themselves. What’s that? How will you know? Oh, you’ll know all right. Odd things they say—even their looks—will let the secret out. Keep your eyes open. Bless me, what do they teach them at these schools?