It’s a bird of some sort. It’s like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors.”The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as it drew nearer its...

The irony was that my real enemy had been there all along right in front of me. Smiling crookedly and convincing me we were friends. Trying to seduce me for the thrill of the chase....

Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

Wait until you meet my family. At Thanksgiving, we kill everything we can find, put it into a pot, and call it ‘holiday gumbo’.

Want me to flex my magic for you, baby?

Love spells are nothing but wives’ tales. You can’t play magic inside the heart, for it’s more powerful than any spell. Lust you can order up with a wink, desire with a smile. But love...

Tomorrow, I need you to die.

My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way

I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.

MagicSandra’s seen a leprechaun,Eddie touched a troll,Laurie danced with witches once,Charlie found some goblins gold.Donald heard a mermaid sing,Susy spied an elf,But all the magic I have knownI’ve had to make myself.

Then, idly scratching his nose, he walks to the bookcase in the living room and stoops before a set of drab brown Victorian volumes gathering dust on the second shelf from the bottom.How amusing, he...

Whenever anyone harbored ill will toward the beast or said he’d got what he deserved, the spell increased and the evil grew stronger and stronger in the gargoyle. It became more and more difficult for...

[the sheep] sidled up beside him and bumped him lovingly with its head. Val looked at it sadly. “I am sorry, you ugly creature,” he said. “I have not used my magic in a long...

If you don’t believe in yourself, who will?’ ~Maybeck

Art is a sense of magic.

But the other Ministers considered that to employ a magician was one thing, novelists were quite another and they would not stoop to it.

If you want to search me for more weapons, I’m game.”My eyes shot back to his, and I felt my cheeks flush, hot and bothered on the way to angry. Leave it to a guy...

A man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given...

And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician’s Book.

I would not see you too fall victim to its powers. Let us only hope that Fireskin has truly purified the stone, and not merely intensified the potential for evil that is in it. I...

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

Love is magical, it changes and brightens up your world!

Any sufficiently badly-written science is indistinguishable from magic.

It’s all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

That’s the only way to do it because there’s no magic dust for times like this.

Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.

Halló la espada y la armadura enterradas a diez pasos bajo tierra, enredadas en las raíces de un árbol oscuro partido en la antigüedad por un rayo certero, donde habían anidado diez cuervos de garras...

The trouble is, the other side can do magic too, Prime Minister.

I liked him, but since his particular field of interest was Remote Suggestion–the skill of projecting thoughts into people’s heads from a distance–I didn’t know whether I actually liked him or he was just suggesting...

Jaren found that, in doing balancing exercises, he could shut out not only the anxiety he felt but also the whisperings of the magic. The more he practiced, the better he could insulate himself from...

Dychwelyd i wlad eich hynafiaid; gwaed yn galw i waed.Return to the land of your fathers; blood calls to blood.

Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you’ve changed, by believing. Once you’ve changed, other things start to follow. Isn’t that the way it works?

I am richer than Davy Crockett. I can settle back and do what I want to do. And what I want to do is card tricks and magic.

The night! When the outside world is hiding in darkness, you have to turn on the light within in order to see where you put your steps.

The role of a story was, in the broadest terms, to transpose a single problem into another form. … It was like a piece of paper bearing the indecipherable text of a magic spell.

We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.

This time, I invited it in. I felt the darkness tame my impetuous nature, allowing me to feed slowly on the hatred and control it. The coldness flowed through my veins and to the lengths...

You can’t wish for more wishes or for vague generalities like happiness that are impossible to grant. Your wish has to be something specific enough that I can use my wand to make it happen....

I sought you out a-purpose in the hopes you would heal me from the effects of a spell. ‘Twas cast on me by a most wretched sorceress.

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.

Humans did not want to know about non-humans. Funny thing was most non-humans felt the same way, happy to hide their abilities and talents to avoid witch hunts and wholesale slaughter.

There is a place so pure and true, beyond your deep and restless thoughts you’ll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter, completely lost in time… It’s made of love, of magic dreams, where you...

Please? begged Julia as she walked toward the door. But Mikolay grabbed her hand and whispered:Lets just see where the shadow is going and after that, we can go right home.Mikolay and Julia carefully moved...

Maybe magic wasn’t the magic thing, when you grew up with it

May you never grow too old to believe in magic and fairy tales.

Truth is not a right to be claimed, but a gift for those who are able to conquer it. ☥

We’ve seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant’s treachery.

When my escort is a demon, yes.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.