Quotes About Magic

Facinating. He broke into a wide grin. I've discovered something, Khufu. This is not Memphis, Egypt. Khufu gave me a sideways look, and I could swear his expression meant, Duh. I've also discovered a new form of magic called blues music, the man continued. And barbecue. Yes, you must try barbecue.

Then there were the shabti, magical figurines that were supposed to come to life when summoned. A few months ago, I'd fallen for a girl named Zia Rashid, who'd turned out to be a shabti. Falling in love for the first time had been hard enough. But when the girl you like turns out to be ceramic and cracks to pieces before your eyes—well, it gives "breaking your heart" a new meaning.

One down, Beckendorf said. About five thousand to go. He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid—Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes—duct tape

Fish Ponies! I put them on the ceiling! -Tyson

A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept coming, weaving itself into some kind of shape next to Anubis, and my first thought was, My god, he's got a magic roll of toilet paper.

Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. "Really?" I yelled. Horus didn't answer

I pulled out Riptide.

All [Sadie's] previous attempts [of making a shabti (an Egyptian avatar of one's self)] had exploded or gone haywire, terrorizing Khufu and the initiates. Last week she'd created a magical Thermos with googly eyes that levitated around the room, yelling, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" until it smacked me in the head.

I must admit I'm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.

Another guy barked orders to a small army of brooms, mops, and buckets that were scuttling around, cleaning up the city. Like that cartoon, Sadie said. Where Mickey Mouse tries to do magic and the brooms keep splitting and toting water. 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice,' Zia said. You do know that was based on an Egyptian story, don't you?

I see murky visions of other gods and rival magic. That REALLY didn't sound good. What do you mean? I asked. what OTHER GODS? I don't know, Sadie. But Egypt has always faced challenges from outside –– magicians from elsewhere, even gods from elsewhere. Just be vigilant. ~Ruby & Sadie Kane about...? Possibly Greeks?

To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.

Just like the good old days: marching together into the unknown, searching for missing magical weapons and risking painful death. I'd missed my buddies!

He just summoned the dead with coke and cheeseburgers

Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn't a compliment. "I will rend your limbs from their sockets!" he shouted. "I will—" "Die?" Carter suggested.

As for her charmspeak, she'd gotten so powerful it made Leo nervous. If she told him to eat his vegetables, he might actually do it.

I wanted to keep things as normal as possible for the trainees, so I led my usual morning class. I called it Magic Problem-Solving 101. The trainees called it Whatever Works.

No doubt Carter would describe the underground city in excruciating detail, with exact measurements of each room, boring history on every statue and hieroglyph, and background notes on the construction of the magical headquarters of the House of Life. I will spare you that pain. It's big. It's full of magic. It's underground. There. Sorted.

Zia turned toward us, her expression grim. "I will show you to your quarters. In the morning, your testing begins. We will see what magic you know, and how you know it." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I exchanged an uneasy look with Sadie. "Sounds fun," Sadie ventured. "And it we fail this test?" Zia regarded her coldly. "This is not the sort of test you fail, Sadie Kane. You pass or you die.

I'm coming back for you Calypso, he said to the night wind. I swear on the river Styx.

Hearthstone snapped his fingers for attention. I'm glad too, he signed. He patted the bag of runes at his belt. Stupid cages were magic-proof. Blitzen was crying a lot. I was not, Blitzen protested, signing along. You were. I was not, Hearthstone said. You were. At that point, the ASL conversation deteriorated into the two of them poking each other in the chest.

Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, Hippo! Which I thought was a little late. ~Carter Kane

Back in Khufu's day I knew a magician who parted the Nile just so he could climb to the bottom and retrieve a girl's necklace. Then there was that Israelite fellow, Mickey. Moses? Yeah, him.