Quotes About Magic

I deal in magic and mayhem.

I'd had a couple of spectacular mishaps in the magic department recently, so I didn't like to mess with actual humans anymore, not if I could help it.

And that is what is behind the abrupt rise in climate change denial among hardcore conservatives: they have come to understand that as soon as they admit that climate change is real, they will lose the central ideological battle of our time—whether we need to plan and manage our societies to reflect our goals and values, or whether that task can be left to the magic of the market.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither." Irina

Some sorcerers get an affinity for weather magic, or transformation spells, or fantastic combat magics like dear Orion. I got an affinity for mass destruction.

Why would you ask for a spell like that!" "What I asked for was a spell to light my room, you twat, that's what I got." To be fair, the incarnate flame was in fact doing a magnificent job of lighting the room.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither.

Bring me the winter king, and I will make you a summer queen.

I grabbed back at him just as incautiously with my hand and my magic both, even as he pressed magic on me from his side as well. His breath huffed out sharply, and our workings caught on one another, magic gushing into them.

And then finally the magic flowed, but not the same way as when the Dragon's spell-lessons dragged it in a rush out of me. Instead it seemed to me the sound of the chanting became a stream made to carry magic along, and I was standing by the water's edge with a pitcher that never ran dry, pouring a thin silver line into the rushing current.

If I ever did go maleficer, if I ever did start pulling malia out of people like toffee and tossing off those killing spells of mine left and right, I'd be unstoppable. Maybe literally. Raining death and destruction on all the enclaves of the world like a maw-mouth myself, like the biggest maw-mouth ever, tearing the others apart because they were my competition.

It turns out that magical mice high on incense are really good at not being caught.

I wasn't alone anymore. They were saving me, and I was going to save them. It felt more like magic than magic.

I stood panting with my hands clenched at my sides, still ringing head-to-foot, and said, Is that magic enough to put me on the list? Or do you want to see more? They stared at me, and in the silence I heard shouts outside in the courtyard, running feet. The guards were looking in with their hands on their sword-hilts, and I realized I'd just shaken the king's castle, in the king's city, and shouted at the highest wizards of the land.

There had been something gentle in her, a pool of magic, not a running stream that had washed away all the ordinary parts of her life.

I started to murmur my own spell, but I found myself thinking not of roses but of water, and thirsty ground; building underneath his magic instead of trying to overlay it.

I thought I could smell the sorcery in him, a sharp pungent mix of cinnamon and pepper and resin of pine, and deep below it burning woodsmoke.

Even when mundanes didn't have science to helpfully explain the world and happily burned witches at the stake, they didn't really believe in magic. If you believed in magic, you wouldn't drag a witch to the stake; you'd have her lob fireballs at your enemies instead.

Ouf. That's the one you went with?" she said. "Magic mirrors are for artificer-track seniors." "The others I got were worse," I said, not specifying how. I could have whipped up that frenzy orb in one session with a handful of broken glass. Oh, I'd probably also have needed the life's blood of one of my fellow students, but who's being picky?

Didn't he come to—to ask you for some magic? No, he came to enjoy the view of the Wood, the Dragon said. Of course he came for magic, and I sent him about his business, which is hacking at enemy knights and not meddling in things he scarcely understands.

my limit for useful spells is somewhere around nine or ten a day. I haven't found a limit for spells of mass destruction. I can learn a hundred of those just by glancing at them, and I never forget any of them.

as though the magic had burned off like the liquor on a pudding.

Then she'd straightened up and announced in irritation, "I've fallen out of time," before vanishing in a great cloud of smoke.

magic that came only when you made some larger version of yourself with words and promises, and then stepped inside and somehow grew to fill it.