Quotes About Enchantment

The air smelled exotically of old incense and Shan's skin prickled as if emanations from past conjourings still crackled in the folds of the universe.

Belief is magic, Lily. Add your will to mine.

The Gardens seemed like a huge, dark forest that stretched into eternity, peopled by creatures who were strangers to the world outside, a timeless place of enchantment. The pathways were dark tunnels at the end of which anything might greet the unwary traveller.

Melandra found that the word Grigori acted like an cantrip-it opened doors and minds.

This man could not be human, but at that point, Louis did not care.

You're no longer touched by the magic of this place, are you?

The Sink looked utterly enchanted, as if everyone was under the spell of a magical sleep.

She visualised an image of dark, shady hallways, where fans turned slowly on the ceiling, parting the thick smoke of hashish; dark eyes behind a lattice, the low chuckle of feminine laughter, the swish of light cotton against polished floors. Such a strange summoning.

Once I had departed Hadith's presence, my awe of her had lessened but it left a patent residue behind. The thought of the pale, enchanting woman, with her hint of hidden menace, made me feel absurdly excied. I did not want to see her again, exactly, but I wanted to think about her all the time.

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slep, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

Strange, pulsing symbols appeared before his eyes, oozed past him. He neither ate nor drank nor slept, but still his strength did not diminish. It was almost as if something called to him, drawing him onward. The otherworld, perhaps.

Ays, I do believe you might have terranaut blood in your veins after all! You beguile me into revealing too much and no ordinary godling could do that!

He had mocked her, shown her his power, and she, believing herself immune, had fallen beneath his spell.

The house wove a spell over her, as if melancholy dreams drifted down from the cobwebbed corners.

I have never beheld a youth so pale and lovely. Such magic must refresh your very soul.

She was with them now, enfolded by their magic.

The serpent shook itself and its image wavered. Tentacles rose from it, which presently Tayven realized were arms. The serpent had acquired a semi-human appearance. To the waist, it had the form of a beautiful boy which melded into the flexing coils. The creature's limbs wove upon the air in a cruel dance. It smiled, showing sharp teeth, and a narrow forked tongue flickered out.

His eyes had become vaporous orbs, burning with intense blue light, and his features were dark and indistinct. His pale hair glowed like the reflection of moonlight on virgin snow, moving languorously around his shoulders as if lifted by a breeze.

The kiss was an enchantment; oddly chaste, yet steaming with repressed desire.

Little Moor is enchanted by heat, a heat that pervades everything, even flesh!

It was like a fairytale. She couldn't imagine these creatures of myth physically present in the land.

This country; you can feel the magic, can't you?" He inhaled slowly. "Smell it.

Shiny, undulating forms wave between his legs, caressed his flanks, but neither bit nor constricted his limbs.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.