Quotes About Magic

The Clayr saw me, the Wallmaker made me, the King quenched me, the Abhorsen wields me so that no Dead shall walk in Life. For this is not their path.

The most important questions—"What are you? Where did you come from?"—had a whole range of answers, starting with "I'm the Disreputable Dog" and "from elsewhere" and occasionally becoming as eloquent as "I'm your Dog" and "You tell me—it was your spell.

Fantasy writers, they're the bane of our existence!

One thing I did learn early on was not to put all my trust in magic. If it can be done without magic, it's better done without magic.

There was John Masefield's The Box of Delights; and the C. S. Lewis Narnia books; and Patricia Lynch's The Turf-Cutter's Donkey; The Winter of Enchantment by Victoria Walker; Black Hearts in Battersea by Joan Aiken; several of Rosemary Sutcliff's historical novels, including Susan's favorite, The Silver Branch; Power of Three by Diana Wynne Jones; The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by Alan Garner; Five Children and It by E. Nesbit; and many others.

Sixth comes Saraneth, also known as the Binder. Saraneth speaks with the deep voice of power, shackling the Dead to the wielder's will.

Some were Charter Mages, and there would not be time to argue rights and wrongs, so any aggressive magic he used would be countered or negated by these others, as was the nature of Charter Magic.

Do you think I could still be a wizard? One day?' 'Perhaps,' said the Good Wizard. 'I was a princess myself once.

This is what it is, to be an Abhorsen.

too many fantasy novels

I didn't know why he became a tree. I don't really know anything about why druids become trees- Peace and quiet, said Elisandria matter-of-factly. Abdication of responsibility. A good long sleep. All of that.

Very few people ever met a necromancer, but anyone who did remembered the bells.

There was magic and power in the type. . . . You could never truly finish reading such a book, for the contents changed at need at the original maker's whim, or to suit the phases of the moon or the patterns of the weather. Some of the books had contents you couldn't even remember till certain events might come to pass. Invariably, this was an act of kindness from the creator of the book, for such contents invariably dealt with things that would be a burden to recall with every waking day.

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.

You are chlorr....... I am the part of her that would not become what she became when I found free magic again and had to make my choice

I don't want to be that kind of sorcerer, said Anya swiftly. Besides, you wouldn't...you wouldn't love me then, would you? We will always love you, said Tanitha. But you would not know that if you become like the Duke. He has grown too cold form his magic, and has forgotten what it means to love.

All things a wizard makes are flawed in some way. A Good Wizard, like myself, will do this intentionally. A Bad Wizard's works will have some accidental flaw, derived from their nature. All our work has some weakness. But why? To limit the object's power, said the Good Wizard softly. Power is always best limited.

Sabriel sentiu o turbilhão familiar de energia e a sensação de cair numa galáxia infindável de estrelas. Mas, aqui, as estrelas eram os símbolos da Carta, ligados numa dança sem princípio nem fim, mas que continha e descrevia o mundo no seu movimento. Sabriel conhecia apenas uma pequena fração dos símbolos, mas sabia o que dançavam e sentiu a pureza da Carta a banhá-la.

Will you turn me back to myself, please, Frogkisser?

But all of these things now exist. (What? Hogwarts isn't real?)

Tell me, Little Bao, have you ever gotten close to woman?' 'Well. . . ' 'Close enough to smell her?' 'No.' 'Ah! Even when they stink they smell like heaven! Women are something else? They're. . . they're magic!

There is no wonder, no amazement, quite like that felt when something supposed for amusement's sake to be magical and mysterious actually manifests the properties imagination has assigned it in jest--when the toy pistol shoots real bullets, the wishing well grants actual wishes, lovers from down the street fling themselves into Death's bright arms from Lovers' Leap

This is what mankind has always wanted... that the environment should respond to human thought. That is the core of magic and the oldest dream of mankind, and, here on me, it is fact.

Magic," Martha whispered breathlessly, "is diplomacy. It isn't just saying the words. It's who says them, how he says them, and when he says them.