3,321 Quotes About Magic

It is at that unfortunate moment that one of the knights stops me. "You. Mortal girl in the mask," he says. "You smell like blood." I turn. Frustrated and desperate as I am, I blurt out the first thing that comes to me. "Well, I am mortal. And a girl, sir. We bleed every month, just like moon swells.

An old alchemist gave the following consolation to one of his disciples: “No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown friends will come and seek you.

Do you think you're a train wreck?''That would mean I was on the tracks to start with,' he replied.

Blood calls to blood; charm calls to charm.It is the way of the world.Come close and tell us your dreams.--The Mermaids

Earlier in the year, she had had a vision of kissing him, and she could still picture that quite easily. But the sensible part of Blue, which was usually the only part of her, thought that had to do more with Richard Campbell Gansey III having a nice mouth than with any blossoming romance.

He waves his hands over the books, proud as a new father. The image sticks in my mind, and I wonder if this is a man who sees books for what they are. Who understands that if there is magic on this earth, it is in these small bound pages.

There’s a slow clap from Caen and she meets his glaring eyes. He doesn’t like it when she recklessly uses her elven elemental magic, especially in front of Lycons. “By my count, that’s two more surrenders than we had last time,” Shea states, batting her eyelashes with a grin.She looks positively demonic with all the drying blood dripping down her face.“Merciful Grace,” Caen deadpans.He throws his hammer onto his shoulder.

No one really knows much of what Marama does here with these young men and women who seek whatever it is they come to find. It is not just adventure; they could come join my crew if that is what they desire. It is something else that draws them here, but I do know this, once you step on The Dagger Path you cannot return to whence you came, and it be the same as it was…

her spirit had slowly stitched itself back together, floating above her body in an astral state for hours that felt like eons. She’d sensed each tendril of her existence and finally understood: souls are not homogenous, singular beings. They are tapestries made of a million glowing filaments, each strand with its own history and ties to others in an infinite webbing of ether.