Quotes About Enchantment

They're still looking at him.... At Will..." "Of course they are.... Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.

As she looked, the smoke puffing out of the chimney stopped curling upward and began to take on the shape of a wavering black question mark. Sebastian laughed. "I think that means, Who's there? " Clary pulled her coat closer around her. "It looks like something out of a fairy tale." "Are you cold?" Sebastian put his arm around her. Immediately the smoke curling from the chimney stopped forming itself into question marks and began puffing out in the shape of lopsided hearts.

Stripping the protection wards off the ship was bad enough—it's a strong, strong enchantment, demon-based—but when you fell, I had to put a fast spell on the truck so it wouldn't sink when I lost consciousness. And I will lose consciousness, Alec.

Have a little faith in my magic fingers

So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart

Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: with destruction. This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.

I wish I was close to Jace Herondale," Julie sighted. "He is so gorgeous." "He is foxier than a fox fur in a fox hole on fox hunting day," Beatriz agreed dreamily.

I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.

Enchantée , says the key in my hand. When I try to turn it, it turns to sand.

Does this smack of magic to you? Because allow me to inform you, my handsome young prince, that this be not enchantment – it be work!" With that I hurled my slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.) Marshalling what little dignity I yet possessed, I stomped down the corridor – challenging indeed with one shoe – and around the corner.

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

Just you wait. Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse and he's got bells on his boots and a ring in his poket and he knows your name, Marya Morevna.

But this is a story, and in a story there is always someone beautiful enough." - 'The Girl with Two Skins' from A Guide to Folktales in Fragile Dialects

All Librarians are Secret Masters of Severe Magic. Goes with the territory.

Do you think I am a fool, Masha? All this time, and you speak to me as though I were a flighty pinprick of a girl. I am a magician! Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? I am a student of their lore, and it is arcane and hermetic beyond the dreams of alchemists. Did you never wonder why I gave you so many pots, so many creams, so much perfume?

Fairyland is a very Scientifick place. We subscribe to all the best journals.

Yes, Marya thought, the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

If there are spells, they have a right to weave.

Be nice to Fairyland. She is old and tender of heart and when her feelings are hurt, she cries volcanoes.

the villagers had decided that 'practical' meant 'extremely magical and full of interesting objects' and had officially subtitled themselves, Winesap: A Pracktical Towne.

Did everything that had magic have teeth?

Shadows are where magic comes from. Your dark and dancing self, slipping behind and ahead and around, never quite looking at the sun.