Quotes About Magic

Marry me," he says. "Become the Queen of Elfhame.

Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

Magic is seldom so convenient as to conform to our preferences.

In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.

It's magic I long for, magic I miss. Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

If they were real, then maybe the world was big enough to have magic in it. And if there was magic — even bad magic, and Zach knew it was more likely that there was bad magic than any good kind — then maybe not everyone had to have a story like his father's, a story like the kind all the adults he knew told, one about giving up and growing bitter.

Remember what your father said about magic, boy. It'll cost you everything.

Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.

Vampires were fairy tales and magic. They were the wolf in the forest that ran ahead to grandmother's house, the video game big boss who could be hunted without guilt, the monster that tempted you into its bed, the powerful eternal beast one might become. The beautiful dead, la belle mort.

Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth..." Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her entry to their revel."Let me in for the sake of mirth.

I might be only sticks and snow and hag magic, but at least I did not come from her. I am no one's child. That makes me smile, showing red teeth.

FULL MOON IS IN THREE DAYS TIME. COME TO THE REVEL. NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO RHYME.

To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

She didnt have to command me, Jude. She didnt have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you. Page 300

It turns out birds can't really buy pizza, even if they're enchanted.

I bet Cardan has never even tried pizza.

Reading about Bordertown was the first time I saw people like me in speculative fiction. Messed-up kids, making messsed-up choices. I couldn't be a magician's apprentice or a pig keeper who might or might not be a king's son or a princess with a prophecy hanging over my head. But I could, maybe, somehow, be part of a community of artists who loved magic.

I couldn't stop being afraid of myself. Afraid of the monster I saw when I glimpsed my reflection in still pools, in windows... But all I am is magic. Unmagic. I am nothing. I am what is beyond nothing. Annihilation. I am the unraveler. I can pull apart magic with a thought.

Cardan Greenbriar.

But how did she make you agree?" I demand. "She has no power. She could pretend to be me, but she couldn't force you—" He puts his head in his long-fingered hands. "She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.