99 Quotes About Magnus-chase

Hearthstone snapped his fingers for attention. I'm glad too, he signed. He patted the bag of runes at his belt. Stupid cages were magic-proof. Blitzen was crying a lot."I was not," Blitzen protested, signing along. "You were."I was not, Hearthstone said. You were.At that point, the ASL conversation deteriorated into the two of them poking each other in the chest.

You don't hear heroes say that a lot.Quick, Boy Wonder! To the pottery studio!But Alex's tone left no doubt it was a matter of life and death.

I love you," Amir told her.Samirah stumbled backwards like she'd been hit in the face with a giant eagle egg. Alex propped her up."I ... yes," Sam squeaked. "Also. Too."Amir nodded. He turned and got into his car. A moment later, his tail-lights disappeared down Flagship Way.Samirah smacked her own forehead. "Also? Too? I am such an idiot."Alex patted her arm. "I thought you were quite eloquent. Come on sister. Your neon-yellow warship awaits.

You couldn't swing a battleaxe in the Nine Worlds without hitting some kind of wolf: Fenris Wolf, Odin's wolves, Loki's wolves, werewolves, big bad wolfs and independently contracted small business wolves that would kill anybody for the right price.

Sometimes you lie to deceive people. Sometimes you lie because you need the lie to become the truth

So can I ask…?” I waved my hands vaguely. I didn’t have the words.“How it does work?” She smirked. “As long as you don’t ask me to represent every gender-fluid person for you, okay? I’m not an ambassador. I’m not a teacher or a poster child. I’m just”—she mimicked my hand-waving—“me. Trying to be me as best I can.

Wind moaned through the canyons like a chorus of zombies. I mentioned this to Blitzen, but he set me straight. 'No, kid,' he said. 'Norse zombies are called draugr. They move silently. You'd never hear them coming.' 'Thanks,' I said. 'That's a huge relief.

Not wanting to be stuck on the boat with lobster dwarf and his jerky-eating brother, I swung my legs overboard. The waist-deep water was so cold I imagined I would be singing soprano for the rest of the week.

Mallory cursed in what was maybe Gaelic. Our little hallway group was a veritable United Nations of Cussing.