Maiya and I have been working our way through Lewis's Narnia Chronicles, though unfortunately not in order. We started with Lion, Witch, and Wardrobe, proceeded to Prince Caspian, then went back to the Magician's Nephew and just finished The Horse and His Boy. Lewis is an absolute genious. I've found many quotes and narratives I've loved through the first four books and I wish I could write them all down, but this latest from The Horse and His Boy is one of my favorite:

He turned and saw, pacing beside him, taller than the horse, a Lion. The horse did not seem to be afraid of it or else could not see it. It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful.

Luckily Shasta had lived all his life too far south in Calormen to have heard the tales that were whispered in Tashbaan about a dreadful Narnian demon that appeared in the form of a lion. And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-over-the-sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion's face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet. He couldn't say anything but then he didn't want to say anything, and he knew he needn't say anything.