37 Quotes About The-paper-magician

He examined the paper, his eyes bobbing as he counted the pieces, and sighed, shoulders slumping. “I’m going to teach you something I really shouldn’t be teaching you.” “But given the circumstances,” she urged. He nodded. His lip quirked. “Given the circumstances. Just pretend to forget it once this is over . . . if either of us makes it past this.

Setting her jaw, Ceony stepped away from the heart. She would allow no spell of Lira’s to miss her and strike it. She would keep Emery’s heart safe, especially from the woman who had treated it so very poorly.

You didn’t ‘instruct’ me to stay,” Ceony countered. “Just to leave the dining room. Which I did.” Mg. Aviosky rubbed the bridge of her nose under her glasses. “This feels very much like detention again, Ceony.

How do you feel?” Ceony asked, her pulse still thundering in her ears. It made her hands shake as she peeled and cut the cucumber. She forced herself to slow down so she wouldn’t slice open a finger. “Like someone has been tromping around in my chest, looking at things they shouldn’t be looking at.” Her knife froze mid-slice. She met his eyes and saw knowledge behind their amusement.

She brought the box back into the dining room and showed it to Emery. “Which ones go here?” Amusement touched his eyes—that seemed to be their preferred emotion—and he took the pen and paper from her, finishing the last three symbols himself as he chewed.

Beside Thane—who watched the setting sun with such peace, with such light in his eyes—the “woman” seemed imaginary. Because she is, Ceony realized, a second breeze tickling her skirt and blowing loose flower petals across her vision. These are the things Thane—Emery—hopes for. She studied him, his peace and his contentment, the eyes that seemed to radiate life. She studied the shadowy woman beside him from head to foot. He wants to fall in love again.

Anger. Infidelity. Death. Dark times—that’s what these memories were. Ceony had passed through Emery’s goodness and his hopes; it made sense to see his darkness, too. To see his hurts and his vices. To see the shadows cast behind those bright eyes.

Would you humor me for a moment?” “I believe I’ve been humoring you since you walked through my front door,” he replied. She smiled. “Just for a moment.

The closed door to the left of the hallway hid whatever room lay beyond it, but instead of walking farther into the house to see what the second right revealed, she shouted, “Magician Thane! Your guests are here and would greatly appreciate a real person at the door!” “Miss Twill!” Mg. Aviosky said in a suppressed sort of hiss as the paper skeleton shut the front door. “Manners!