37 Quotes About The-paper-magician

She searched for a possible escape route should she need one and spied the paper skeleton immediately behind her and shrieked for the second time. Who needed ghosts to haunt a house when one could form his own demons out of paper?

I’m sorry. I’m a little on edge.” “No need to remind me,” Mg. Aviosky quipped just as a real person emerged from that second right, some sort of ledger in his hands. “There are guests at the door,” the man said, closing the ledger. The ensuing burst of air rustled his wavy black hair. In words pitched at a light baritone, he added, “And I would have thought the knock gave it away.

Folding his arms, Mg. Thane leaned against the table and asked, “What is the story written on?” “What sort of question is that?” “The kind you should answer.” Ceony’s eyes narrowed. His tone carried an air of chastisement, but his expression seemed lax enough. “It’s obviously written on paper.” Mg. Thane snapped his fingers. “There we are! And paper is your domain now. So make it mean something. And calm down,” he said, almost as an afterthought.

Ceony shut the book and glanced to her new teacher. “It’s . . . amazing, but I admit it’s also superficial. Aesthetic.”“But entertaining,” he combated. “Never dismiss the value of entertainment, Ceony. Good-quality entertainment is never free, and it’s something everyone wants.

Do you have a large family? You seem like someone who suffered through a great deal of sisters.” “I’ve suffered through a great many people, but none of them sisters. I’m an only child.” That explains a few things, Ceony thought.

Ceony stared at the paper magician, words caught in her throat. He’d gone mad again. He’d tricked her into thinking he wasn’t mad, and yet now he’d proved—

I always found bonding incredibly anticlimactic,” Mg. Thane commented as he picked up the easel from the chair. “Do you want to save it?” Ceony blinked a few times and held her bonding hand to her chest. “Save what?” He shook the large paper in his hand. “Some find it sentimental.” “No,” she said, perhaps a little too sharply. Mg. Thane didn’t seem to notice and placed the paper against the wall, and the easel atop the table perfectly parallel to the paper stacks.

Excellent!” Mg. Thane clapped her on the shoulder and strode out of the library. “I’ll be on my way. Try not to burn anything down.

He swept a hand back through his dark hair, and in that moment Ceony saw a flicker in his eyes and a thinning of his lips. He was worried.“Is everything . . . all right?” she asked, hesitating at the threshold of the library, unsure of her bounds. “Hm?” he asked, his countenance smoothing between ticks of the library clock. “Quite fine. Do take care, Ceony.” He walked down the hallway as far as the lavatory, where he turned around and added, “And keep the doors locked.