Quotes About Magic

What's the point of being a magician if you can't wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?

The Sword of Summer, a weapon that wasn't designed to be a weapon, a blade that is best used by letting go of it.

As a magician, you must think about chaos and order. Those are the two forces that control the universe.

I don't recall meeting Greek demigods in any of those places. Still, when one has dealt with magical baboons, goddess cats and dwarfs in Speedos, one can't be surprised very easily.

Percy's ears turned as pink as Alex's jeans. Anyway, maybe we've been looking at this all wrong. I've been tying to teach you sea skills. But the most important thing is to use whatever you've got to hand - your team, your wits, the enemy's own magical stuff. And there's no way to plan for that, I said. Exactly! Percy said. My work here is done! Annabeth frowned. Percy, you're saying the best plan is no plan. As a child of Athena, I can't really endorse that.

I'm just a repair guy who can throw the occasional fireball.

I opened my backpack and checked my supplies: some enchanted rope, my curved ivory wand, a lump of wax for making a magical shabti figurine, my calligraphy set, and a healing potion my friend Jaz had brewed for me a while back. (She knew that I got hurt a lot.)

Only people who have known great pain have the capacity to learn magic.

I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. You don't see the sword, I told the girl. It's just a ballpoint pen. She blinked. Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.

WOULD IT SURPRISE you to learn that the place was bigger on the inside?

Meg McCaffrey, a girl of few words and much belching.

Please tell me we don't have to find it, Percy said. I've had enough giant magic statues for one trip.

My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Tyson, the fleece. Can you get it for me?' 'Which one?' Tyson said, looking around at the hundreds of sheep. 'In the tree!' I said. 'The gold one!' 'Oh. Pretty. Yes.

The vulture Nekhbet, who'd one possessed my gran (long story); the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat (longer story); and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanished in hot sauce ( don't even ask) - page 9

Oh you two look delicious, Bast said, licking her lips. No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!

I glanced at Alex and stifled a shriek. While I wasn't looking, he'd transformed into a large timber wolf. Do you have to turn into animals behind my back? I asked. Alex barred his fangs in a canine grin.

Note to self, Leo thought groggily. Do not leave boxes of magic grenades where dwarfs can reach them.

Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, Hippo! Which I thought was a little late. She stumbled toward me over the rocking deck, the tip of her staff on fire. Our ghostly pal Setne floated behind her, grinning with delight. There is it! Setne shook his diamond pink rings. Told ya Apophis would send a monster to kill you. You're so smart! I shouted. Now, how do we stop it?

My mouth went dry. I imagined Annabeth invoking hieroglyphs at Camp Half-Blood, blowing up chariots on the racetrack, hurling giant blue fists during capture the flag. 'So my girlfriend is a magician now, like, permanently? Because she was scary enough before.

Not really. My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Plain and simple, I hope, in a fairy tale way: in fairy tales it is often the humble to whom magic is revealed.

I know many writers who say that the memory of reading fairy tales is their first, and sometimes only, memory of rapture. I hope that this unpredictable, intense collection inspires you to read fairy tales-and then to read them again.

And so he was reading the story as if it were a spell and the words of it, spoken aloud, could make magic happen.