Quotes About Warlock

I'd grown up very Catholic, parochial school, and Warlock was a way of working a lot of things out.

It's hard to say, but I think Warlock is the closest thing Thanos has to a friend.

That is a highly sensitive piece of field equipment. What does he think? Some warlock pulled it out of his armpit?

From my big beautiful warlock brain, welcome to 'Sheen's Korner' ... You're either in my corner, or you're with the trolls.

There he was, sipping tea from a dainty bulb, seated on a fresh-grown mat woven in the traditional style, with his hypnotic Warlock formulation-rod to one side, and his slate in reading mode on the other, tuned to the proper subchannels and ready with the proper routines, ready to undertake a thorough neural investigation, cleaning, and reconstitution. A tea-bulb, a mat, a rod, a brain interface. All the simple and basic necessities of life. He was beginning to feel like a civilized man again.

Mehiel, Kit reminded, my Power may be chained and my magic shorn from me, but I am a bard, a poet, and a warlock too. And there's a warlock too. And there's a half-completed Bible in Tom Walsingham's study that says that my God has as much claim on the world as the God of Richard Baines and…Lucifer.

Purple is the hue worn by a baby witch or warlock. Pink and blue are for mortals.

We're going to shoot one Polaroid per show. I'm going to sign this before it even develops because I know that once it develops with my signature on it, it's worth a fortune. I'll make this a work of magic warlock art.

Rupert: "... At this rate, somebody is bound to upset the Warlock once too often, and we'll end up with a Court full of bemused looking toads." "He wouldn't dare use his magic here," said the Champion. "Don't bet on it," said Rupert. "The High Warlock has all the practicality and self-preservation instincts of a depressed lemming.

If you look back on my career with Marvel, you will see that I don't really return to the House of Ideas to do Captain Marvel, Adam Warlock, and Silver Surfer stories. I always come back to the fold to tell further adventures of everyone's favorite Mad Titan.

You're a walking Christmas light? No, he said a little defensively. I'm a powerful warlock.

What I have told you is not legend; it is the truth. The sword is real; it rests today at Paranor. But most important of all, the Warlock Lord is real. He lives today and the Skull Kingdom is his domain!

Hugh shut his eyes for a long moment. The world was sliding sideways, and he really needed to get a grip. "Who would I be marrying?" "The White Warlock." Hugh's eyes snapped open. "You want me to marry a man?

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said Alec. "A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury. "But warlocks are bad," protested Max, looking baffled. "Exactly," said Isabelle.

I never imagined people like Thanos and Warlock would be drawn into films. They're weird characters in weird stories. Luckily, the twisted kids who read those weird stories are now the twisted adults who are making movies.

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock's robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Warlock," he said. "I know who you are." Magnus raised his eyebrows. "You do?" "Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—" "Now," said Magnus, quickly. "There's no need to go into all of that." "But there is." The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. "If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?" Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.

I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?" "I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so...so... shiny.

We don't know for certain that she's a warlock, Jessie," said Will. Jessamine ignored him. "Is it dreadful, being so evil? Are you worried you'll go to hell?" She leaned closer to Tessa. "What do you think the Devil's like ?" Tessa set her fork down. "Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice if you like. Being a warlock, and all.

WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?

Maybe you should call him,' Simon suggested, trying not to think too hard about how weird it was to be giving a demon hunter advice about possibly dating a warlock.

He's not my warlock.

I'm Magnus Bane." he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. "I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was comming?" "I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so... so... shiny.

The warlock's gaze, on the flames, was remote and distant, as if he were looking back into the past. Simon couldn't help but remember what Magnus had said to him once, about living forever: Someday you and I will be the only two left.