Quotes About Magic

Al's red eyes slid past me to Pierce. Play? he said, his voice dripping with interest. Gordian Nathaniel Pierce's quirks are legendary. Why do you think I want the runt so badly? Size truly doesn't matter if you can do what he can. ~ Algaliarept, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

I would have sworn fairies were too big to fit into a frog's mouth.

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

Confused, I asked, The coven's what? Plumber, Ivy said, looking pale as she leaned on Glenn. You know. Stops leaks? Oh goodie. I'm a leak.

Who's going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren't prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don't like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication.

Sha na tay, sha na tay," he said, his voice becoming more sure as he chanted it, seeking the attention of the Goddess that he was reluctantly beginning to believe in. He'd seen too much not to. His pulse quickened, an awareness seemed to touch on him— one eye among thousands idly turning his way. The line was all around him, and dizzy with it, he let it fill his chi. And when he was sure he had the Goddess's attention, he reached for Rachel's chi.

Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn't matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.

There might be a charm in the black arts section of the library, but black earth magic used nasty ingredients—like indispensable people parts—and I wasn't going to go there.

It wasn't that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Magic…just was.

I'm giving you fair warning, Mr. Cormel. If you bespell Rachel, I'll open up your head for the sunshine to come in." - Jenks

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Por las bragas de Campanita!

Tislan, tislan. Ta na shay cooreen na da.

Rachel's witchcraft is whiter than her ass.

He vivido toda mi vida con personas más fuertes que yo. Me gusta y no me da vergüenza ser el más débil. Jamás podré invocar un hechizo y me importa una mierda que tú sepas hacer algo que yo no…

But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen." Pixy dust sifted over us, and my skin burned. "Don't piss me off." Behind

Season of the Witch.

There's something about being on the backside of a racetrack just before dawn that is truly magical--standing along the rail when the light's just coming up, watching the horses move fluidly across the damp earth, their dark shapes silhouetted against a rainbow sky. You stand there, breathing in the clean air, listening to the steady primal rhythm of a galloping horse, and the rest of the world simply does not exist.

Åh, kjærligheten den er en sommernatt med stjerner på himmelen

But there was something magical about my idea. I had to admit, I felt better and happier when it was around.

Fuckhead: The name's MariKETA. Go to hell, The WITCH, doing a creepy spell somewhere right now.

Whenever other Lore creatures like the nymphs and satyrs turned their noses up at the "hex-hacks," Carrow would raise both her hands in the rock-on horns gesture and shout, "Double, double, toil and trouble, muthafuckas! You just got cursed!" Then she actually would curse them.