Quotes About Sorcerer

Magic is what a mage does. It's temporary. A sorcerer can also do sorcery, which is permanent

you are not like others. You are of neither the Lesser nor the Greater Path. You are a sorcerer, one who knows there are no paths, only magic. And magic may be limited only by the limits of one's gifts.' Tomas

The part about me being an 'okay sorcerer'? 'Not great'? No I believe I missed that. -Lucas Cortez (Dime Store Magic)

In short, then, the religious cult is based upon the representations of sorcery between man and man, and the sorcerer is older than the priest.

Nature reflects the moods of the wizard.

Every human being who has ever lived has the same potential in them for good and evil. Mortal or sorcerer, it doesn't matter. Power has a way of bringing out the worst in people. Mevolent. Serpine. Hitler. Lord Vile. Darquesse. We're all the same." "You just put me on a list with Hitler." "You're going to start sulking again, aren't you?

Darquesse is the sorcerer who destroys the world," Finbar said. "And I mean she levels it. I've seen cities flattened, like a nuke had gone off. Everything's burning. I see little snippets as it happens. This woman in black... Mevolent was nothing compared to this kind of evil.

My grandfather believed . . . He believed that we were magic." Stephanie stared at him. "What?" "He said it'd been passed down, this magic, generation to generation. He said we were descendants of a great sorcerer called the Last of the Ancients.

I pictured myself saying in a court of law, Well, Your Honor, there was this evil sorcerer's apprentice and a flesh-eating, power-granting demon he summoned from a primordial dimension . . . Even I couldn't see a way to make that script work.

We know it is similar to the Persian sorcerer I met in the Sandbox," Olaf said. "I know it would be weird, and too coincidental for real life, but could it be the same sorcerer with a slightly different spell, or whatever?" I asked. "Not possible," Olaf said. "Why not?" I asked. "The sorcerer was not bulletproof." "So he's dead," I said. Olaf nodded.

Spell?" The priest proudly raised his head. "I'm not a godless sorcerer! I don't cast spells! My power comes from faith and prayer!" "Can you or can't you?" "I can." "Then get on with it, because time's pressing on." "Geralt

All, right then. Henry raised his hand like a sorcerer. Oh, Ling Chan, Madame Curie of the dream world, he intoned dramatically, barely keeping a straight face. Sleep hath released thee! Now is the time thou must waketh! Ling rolled her eyes. You're an idiot.

The Sorcerer may be—indeed he usually is—a thwarted disappointed man whose aims are perfectly natural. Often enough, his real trouble is ignorance; and by the time he has become fairly hot stuff as a Black Magician, he has learnt that he is getting nowhere, and finds himself, despite himself, on the True Path of the Wise.

Pen wanted to ask if becoming a sorcerer made a man more, or less, attractive as a husband, but he had an uneasy feeling that he could guess.

Are you saying a sorcerer could burst into flames?" "Mm, no, the body is too wet for that. He would more just . . . burst. Like a grilled sausage splitting its casing.

Pen stared around the disrupted harbor. I'll ... return. You'd better, said Seuka, with determination. Pen swung up onto the coarse rope weave and flashed a grin over his shoulder. I thought I was the evil sorcerer. Lencia shot back, Yes, but you're our evil sorcerer.

Tell me, Sorcerer, is there any spell you have that can take this agony from me? (Talon) Aye, Celt. I can show you how to bury that pain so deep inside you that it will prick you no more. But be warned that nothing is ever given freely and nothing last forever. One day something will come along to make you feel again, and with it, it will bring the pain of the ages upon you. All you have hidden will come out and it could destroy not only you, but anyone near you. (Acheron)

He ducked his head and kissed the tattoo of a sorcerer, nestled just between her breasts.

The wand carried a spell that paralyzed the target in a kind of stasis, a forensic sorcerer's tool of arrest and self-defense. Sebastien had always presumed, with-he now understood-inadequate evidence-that it left the target insensible. He wished it so now.

Maybe she, Rien, should become a sorcerer. Or an angel. Then she could be an asshole, too, and if anybody commented on it, she could shrug and present her union card.

I am a sorcerer, lad, not a cannibal.

He'd stepped from the Darkling Glass, his sword in hand and witchcraft on his lips-and straight into a sorcerer's trap.

I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to the earth.

Ever thought of becoming a wizard?' - The Good Wizard 'Not before now,' said Anya. 'I've always wanted to be a sorcerer...' Her voice trailed off as the Good Wizard raised her eyebrows. 'But not so much anymore,' continued Anya.