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It's the shape of the stories that matters, the way belief forms around it. The story has real weight', He pointed at himself. 'Patupaiarehe look like monsters in some stories, but they're beautiful in a lot. I guess people believed more in the beautiful version. And the ideal of beauty changes. If I'd been born two hundred years ago, I bet I wouldn't look like this. The stories shaped me. They shape everyone, inside and out, but me more than most, because I'm magic.
— Karen Healey, Guardian of the Dead
He’d never thought of death like that, like it’s some sort of other life that you can hope for, dream of. Escape to. That it can rescue you.
— M.C. Frank, No Plain Rebel
Round these men stories tended to group themselves, sometimes deserting more ancient heroes for the purpose. Round poets have they gathered especially, for poetry in Ireland has always been mysteriously connected with magic.
— W.B. Yeats, Irish Fairy and Folk Tales
Maybe you're holding on too tight, and the magic comes in letting go.
— Scott Stabile
If love is an illusion, you must be pure magic.
— Timothy Joshua
Magic is always been there, just believe, then you'll see it
— Nourhan Mamdouh
Some Fairy tales are meant to teach us lessons, some may come true, sometimes Magic is real....
— Nourhan Mamdouh
... darkness isn't the opposite of light, it is simplyits absence, and what was radiating from the book was the light that lies on the far side ofdarkness, the light fantastic.It was a rather disappointing purple colour.
— Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic
The statue was of a nude woman playing a slide trombone. It was entitles, enigmatically, Evelyn and Her Magic Violin.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., The Sirens of Titan
His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it--a city that had vanished in the mists of time.
— Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
I believe in magic. In evil sorceresses who deep down are really beautiful princesses. I believe in immortals who live in a different world than this one, accessible by magical stone wheels.
— Morgan Rhodes, Crystal Storm
Business was doing well, because all the locals knew that dishes made from the flowers that grew around the apple tree in the Waverley garden could affect the eater in curious ways. The biscuits with lilac jelly, the lavender tea cookies, and the tea cakes made with nasturtium mayonnaise the Ladies Aid ordered for their meetings once a month gave them the ability to keep secrets. The fried dandelion buds over marigold-petal rice, stuffed pumpkin blossoms, and rose-hip soup ensured that your company would notice only the beauty of your home and never the flaws. Anise hyssop honey butter on toast, angelica candy, and cupcakes with crystallized pansies made children thoughtful. Honeysuckle wine served on the Fourth of July gave you the ability to see in the dark. The nutty flavor of the dip made from hyacinth bulbs made you feel moody and think of the past, and the salads made with chicory and mint had you believing that something good was about to happen, whether it was true or not.
— Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells
This is why magic is dangerous. It lures you in. It makes you curious.
— Callie Bates, The Waking Land
She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of Scotland to abdicate. Several Scottish nobles, called Claimants, vie for his throne. The Cause divides the country, as each clan must choose and support a Claimant. Many contenders seek fortune and power, but a few seek Scotland’s independence. Only by a great force can this be achieved. However, the road to independence is fraught with those that wish to see the Cause crushed, at any cost.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
It was so easy to sell anything to the common people, if one could add an element of magic and some religion into it
— Anand Neelakantan, The Rise of Sivagami
Love is when her smile act as a magic wand to vanish whole day fatigue...!!
— Akansh Malik
Everyone knew you shouldn't go biting into fruit offered to you by magical creatures in the woods, even if you'd thought until just five minutes ago that such stories were, you know, only stories.
— Molly Ringle, The Goblins of Bellwater
This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.
— David Gemmell
Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pulled on her long-sleeved white chemise first.	She faced the forest, away from her rescuer. He quietly splashed to shore. His lifeblood burned into her back. He wasn’t far behind, but he stopped. She refused to look at him until she was fully clothed, not out of embarrassment of her nudity, but for what had just happened. He released a groan and mumbled under his breath about wet boots. His voice was not one of her father’s soldiers.	When she put the last garment on, her brown wool work kirtle, she squeezed out her sopping hair and swept her hands through the knotty mess. She fastened her belt and tied the lacings up the front of the kirtle. Blood returned to her fingertips, and she regained her composure. Belated awareness struck her, and she leaned down and searched through her bag for her dagger. She spun around.	She gasped as she saw the man sitting on the stone-covered shoreline, his wet boots off. Confusion and the hint of a scowl filled his strong-featured face. She staggered back, caught her heel on a stone, and fell, dropping the dagger. Dirt and pebbles stuck to her wet hands and feet, and she instinctively scrambled away from him.	His glower, iridescent dark blue eyes, and disheveled black hair were not unfamiliar. Staring at her was the man she had seen in her dream – it was the man from the wood.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
Very few are brave enough to look at the portals to higher dimensions of conscience that open before their eyes, either they’re confronting them from one perspective or another. These portals represent amazing opportunities for the ones with the courage to see them and cross them. But only a very powerful person possesses the power to open one for others. And if you think that person is what it seems, you will neglect the magician hiding behind the illusion.
— Robin Sacredfire
But really, aren't there bits of magic everywhere we look?' Dr. Clifton continues. 'We've just stopped seeing it that way.
— Emily Bain Murphy, The Disappearances
I got into magic because I got into alchemy. Which I got into because I was into chemistry, which I was learning about because I wanted to get better with botany, which I had taken up studying in an effort to grow some killer weed
— Drew  Hayes, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant
If there really was one true god, it should be a singular composite of every religion’s gods, an uber-galactic super-genius, and the ultimate entity of the entire cosmos. If a being of that magnitude ever wrote a book, then there would only be one such document; one book of God. It would be dominant everywhere in the world with no predecessors or parallels or alternatives in any language, because mere human authors couldn’t possibly compete with it. And you wouldn’t need faith to believe it, because it would be consistent with all evidence and demonstrably true, revealing profound morality and wisdom far beyond contemporary human capacity. It would invariably inspire a unity of common belief for every reader. If God wrote it, we could expect no less. But what we see instead is the very opposite of that.
— Aron Ra, Foundational Falsehoods of Creationism
You will come to the woods and choose your mate.
— Molly Ringle, The Goblins of Bellwater
It is an interesting thing, love ,” the Princess stated. “It can turn lambs into heroes, and heroes into lambs.
— James William Peercy, The Wall Outside
To make a miracle, all you have to do is share a little of the magic.
— Anthony T. Hincks
Faeries are real. Magic is real. My tendency to greet dangerous situations by plunging in headfirst and seeing how long it takes to get myself covered head to toe in blood is also real.
— Seanan McGuire, Once Broken Faith
Oh, y'know, magic stuff is full of weird vibrations!" said Dane. "Makes your palm sweat, gives you that pins and needles sensation when you hold it! Maybe something running up your arm." He paused. "Something that isn't a spider or a bug. Something running up your arm that's an invisible sensation. But not an invisible spider. Like an invisible feeling that's pins and needly. Maybe more needles than pins.""Are you sure that's not a heart attack?" said Jaya.
— Dennis Liggio, Burning Monday
Take that absurd fool Elipas Levi who was supposed to be the Grand High Whatnot in Victorian times. Did you ever read his book, The Doctrine and Ritual of Magic? In his introduction he professes that he is going to tell you all about the game and that he’s written a really practical book, by the aid of which anybody who likes can raise the devil, and perform all sorts of monkey tricks. He drools on for hundreds of pages about fiery swords and tetragrams and the terrible aqua poffana, but does he tell you anything? Not a blessed thing. Once it comes to a showdown he hedges like the crook he was and tells you that such mysteries are far too terrible and dangerous to be entrusted to the profane. Mysterious balderdash my friend. I’m going to have a good strong nightcap and go to bed.
— Dennis Wheatley, The Devil Rides Out
She emerges from the station directly across from the restaurant. And she's right on time. Like magic, Sonya thinks, briefly saddened to realize that this is what magic means now: not being late, not getting lost on the subway. Whatever happened to the fairy godmothers, to all those bunnies yanked out of hats?
— Francine Prose
You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise.
— Jean M. Grant, A Hundred Kisses
If you're an artist, always keep at it, there will be someone out there who sees the universe and soul in what you've created. Maybe they can't afford it, but it calls them like the siren in a sea, and they've saved for months and scraped, thinking all the time about how one piece you made has moved them. You can change a person's moment with your work, don't forget that.If you're an author, someone out there has read your work. They've laughed with your characters. They've cried with them. They've escaped into your fantasy or memories, and they've been changed by you. Nothing they do afterward will be the same. You will forever make them different and who they will become. Please don't forget that.If you're a singer or musician, you inspire others. People sing when they feel great emotion. If you're one of those who bursts into song at a moment's notice, imagine what that can do to brighten someone else's day. People are listening. They see you, who you really are. They are feeling the magic of those moments with you. You never know who's life you can change. You never know who is listening. Never forget that.It doesn't matter what kind of magic you create, don't ever stop. There is beauty, pain, and so many other things that depend on you to continue. Never stop. Let the world see your magic. Perform your craft with all of the fibers of your being. Shine with your light. Edge with your darkness. Do what you must, but never stop. Your creations are a gift to the world, so give with all your might.You never know who might need it.
— Jennifer Megan Varnadore
Vibe high and the magic around you will unfold.
— Akilnathan Logeswaran
Haven’t you got any romance in your soul?’ said Magrat plaintively. ‘No,’ said Granny. 'I ain’t. And stars don’t care what you wish, and magic don’t make things better, and no one doesn’t get burned who sticks their hand in a fire. If you want to amount to anything as a witch, Magrat Garlick, you got to learn three things. What’s real, what’s not real, and what’s the difference.
— Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
I know little of magic, Lady,' he said haltingly. 'I am but a woodcutter's son, and there is much that is not given to men to understand; but of this I am sure: there is more to things than we imagine. Beyond the stars are worlds without number, perhaps, and had I never sought to look beyond my own I should be the poorer for it.
— Sylvia Engdahl, Enchantress from the Stars
The pumpkin is a uniquely American plant, widely regarded as one of the most magical plants in all the world.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
I’m calling this place the Tardis,” she said, continuing to scan the different locations. “We’re not calling it the Tardis,” I said. Of course, if she knew what it could really do, I’d never change her mind. “Why the hell not?” she asked. “Copyright infringement.
— H.D.  Smith, Dark Forsaken
These hapless livers were probably not always mere myths, and these legends which traced their spilt blood in the purple bloom of the violet, the scarlet stain of the anemone, or the crimson flush or the rose were no idle poetic emblem of youth and beauty fleeting as the Summer flowers.
— Sir George James Frazer
Bronze-limbed and well-knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was the body of his Soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey-coloured air.
— Oscar Wilde, The Fisherman and His Soul
Because i am magic and,you are my precious stone.
— Marty Bisson milo
You see this radiant Flower that sparkles magic.Like your eyes when I see them radiated magic.Marty B.M
— Marty Bisson milo
Kir stood close to his father, watching. He seemed, Peri realized, finally becalmed; already he looked more like his mother, as if he were relinquishing his human experience. He found her looking at him wistfully; he gave her a sea-smile. She swallowed a briny taste of sadness in her throat. Already he was leaving her.
— Patricia A. McKillip, The Changeling Sea
Magic : when you create something from the materials around you to astound and make the audience say "Wow." Magic happens on mundane days. It happens when you least expect it. It brings a spark to our drab and monotonous days.
— Avijeet Das
Blood was magic made manifest. There it thrived. And there it poisoned. Kell had seen what happened when power warred with the body, watched it darken in the veins of corrupted men, turning their blood from crimson to black. If red was the color of magic in balance---of harmony between power and humanity---then black was the color of magic without balance, without order, without restraint.
— V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic
A part of every life, even a life meriting very little regard, is spent in searching out the reasons for its existence, its starting point, and its source. My own failure to discover these things has sometimes inclined me toward magical explanations, and has led me to seek in the frenzies of the occult for what common sense has not taught me.
— Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian
Since that night you walked through my dreams, the world is full of magic things.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick
Love is a powerful magic.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
I believe it is possible to make magic every day.
— Jeffrey Fry
Magic gave so much to Man, and Man so much to Magic, that their edges blurred, and their threads all tangled, and now they can't be pulled apart. They're bound together, you see, life to life. Halves of a whole. If anyone tried to part them, they'd both unravel.
— V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.
— Akshay Vasu
He mumbled words against her lips, too low for her to hear, but she imagined she got a strong impression of what he wanted to say, as he coaxed her lips apart, letting Scarlett taste the coolness of his tongue and the tips of his teeth as he grazed her lower lip. Every touch created colours she had never seen. Colours as soft as velvet and as sharp as sparks that turned into stars.
— Stephanie Garber, Caraval
I picked up one and then a second and then a third of these stones, finding them at about the rate of one stone to the acre. And here is where my adventure became magical, for in a striking foreshortening of time that embraced thousands of years, I had become the witness of this miserly rain from the stars. the marvel of marvels was that there on the rounded back of the planet, between this magnetic sheet and those stars, a human consciousness was present in which as in a mirror that rain could be reflected.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars
Our wishes become real and solid if we work on their formation. If it matters to you, make energy become matter.
— Patricia Robin Woodruff
Scarlett's nana used to say the world of Caraval was Master Legend's playground. No words were spoken that he didn't hear. Not even a whisper could escape his ears, no shadow went unseen by his eyes. No one ever saw Legend---or if they did, they didn't know it was him---but Legend saw all during Caraval.
— Stephanie Garber, Caraval
When you argue with verve in your saddlebags, you are extremely alive. That is why you yell and holler and shake your fist — could there be anything sweeter than convincing someone to see the world your way? What else is talking for, or jokes, or stories, or battles? The Loudest Magic, and how I loved it.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.
— Kayla Krantz, The Council
I was thinking that being a demon and a ghost must be very difficult, even for Charles; if he ever forgot, or let his disguise drop for a minute, he would be recognized at once and driven away; he must be extremely careful to use the same voice every time, and present the same face and the same manner without a slip; he must be constantly on guard against betraying himself. I wondered if he would turn back to his true self when he was dead.
— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Perhaps there's given up being magic because people didn't believe in it any more.
— E. Nesbit
What a magical place," she whispered in an awed voice. "I expect a unicorn or fairies to appear.""What would the fairies be doing?" Shermont asked. "Waltzing with the butterflies," she answered before thinking.
— Laurie Brown, What Would Jane Austen Do?
Time travel was only a kind of magic, after all. That's why it always went wrong.
— Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
And try as we might, small magic never seems to win out over giant meat.
— Matt Wallace, Lustlocked
Magic to be its best must be unexpected".
— Kristin Hannah
Magic to be its best must be unexpected.
— Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale
...the universe is energy. All of it. Everything is energy that can be altered simply by willing it to be altered. It's as if we are God's waking dream, each gifted with a small piece of his consciousness; the beauty of that arrangement is that we create the dream for him. If you can understand that, if you can wrap your mind around it, then you can conjure up anything you want from out of the ether. Provided there is material enough to do it.
— C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I could stand in the middle of Front Street shrieking like a banshee and nobody would notice me. You don't need magic to be invisible in a town like this. Being poor works just the same. So stand behind me and think quiet thoughts.
— C.M.  Hayden, The Reach Between Worlds
She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers through her hair and staring at her face like she was magic that none ever understood.
— Akshay Vasu
When first I set eyes on The Isle of Wight Polar Bear, my world was filled, in that instant, with the magic and wonder of childhood - Suzy Davies, Author, "Snugs The Snow Bear
— Suzy  Davies, Snugs The Snow Bear
It was like someone far away calling someone else’s name.
— Garth Nix, Lirael
I had to keep my hands clenched at my sides to avoid wiping my sweaty palms on the skirts of my gown as I reached the dining room, and immediately contemplated bolting upstairs and changing into a tunic and pants. But I knew they’d already heard me, or smelled me, or used whatever heightened senses they had to detect my presence, and since fleeing would only make it worse, I found it in myself to push open the double doors.Whatever discussion Tamlin and Lucien had been having stopped, and I tried not to look at their wide eyes as I strode to my usual place at the end of the table.“Well, I’m late for something incredibly important,” Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.I could feel the full weight of Tamlin’s undivided attention on me—on every breath and movement I took. I studied the candelabras atop the mantel beside the table. I had nothing to say that didn’t sound absurd—yet for some reason, my mouth decided to start moving.“You’re so far away.” I gestured to the expanse of table between us. “It’s like you’re in another room.”The quarters of the table vanished, leaving Tamlin not two feet away, sitting at an infinitely more intimate table. I yelped and almost tipped over in my chair. He laughed as I gaped at the small table that now stood between us. “Better?” he asked.I ignored the metallic tang of magic as I said, “How … how did you do that? Where did it go?”He cocked his head. “Between. Think of it as … a broom closet tucked between pockets of the world.” He flexed his hands and rolled his neck, as if shaking off some pain.“Does it tax you?” Sweat seemed to gleam on the strong column of his neck.He stopped flexing his hands and set them flat on the table. “Once, it was as easy as breathing. But now … it requires concentration.”Because of the blight on Prythian and the toll it had taken on him. “You could have just taken a closer seat,” I said.Tamlin gave me a lazy grin. “And miss a chance to show off to a beautiful woman? Never.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
Aerric’s skill as a fighter, along with the fact that he could not be killed, made him the ultimate weapon. Morrigan and Brighid had used the hide of a phoenix and a bit of Pandra’s dragon blood to create him.
— Brynn Myers, Redemption
Are you sure about this?" Rowan asked."No," Lily shouted over the whipping wind. Her voice came out choked as it tried to get around her stomach, which was now lodged in her throat. "But it's the only way."Rowan looked over the side, his face serene as he timed it. Lily saw his willstone pulse as every sense in him sharpened, and he pulled her tightly against his body and launched them off the drake's neck into thin air.Lily shrieked uncontrollably, clutching at Rowan desperately as they fell.
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
Everyone said they were witches.  I desperately wanted to believe it.
— Laure Eve, The Graces
Whether I'm a good wife doesn't have anything to do with what he was like.
— Zen Cho, Spirits Abroad
Magic ran in the family. Even her mother's second cousin, who was adopted, did small spells on the side. She sold these from a stall in Kota Bharu. Her main wares were various types of fruit fried in batter, but if you bought five pisang or cempedak goreng, she threw in a jampi for free.
— Zen Cho, Spirits Abroad
Enemy," hiss the bushes all around. The rest of the Pride glided forward, surrounding Lily, Rowan, and Spike.
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
She tilted her chin up and gave him a big cheeky grin. “I’m official.” Kylah pulled her shirt to the side to reveal her mark. “See.”	A low growl came from Aerric when she showed a little more than just her mark. He moved to pull her close and she chuckled right before she shimmered out. “Catch me if you can, dragon boy.
— Brynn Myers, Redemption
Kylah grabbed a handful of grapes off the tray and started tossing them at Aerric. He tried to catch them in his mouth but was missing more than he was catching. “You totally suck at this,” she said as she laughed.	In a flash, Aerric pinned her beneath him. “But I’m fantastic at other things,” he said as he pushed the robe off her shoulder.
— Brynn Myers, Redemption
LILY FELL OUT OF THE SKY.
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
Of course there must be lots of magic in the world but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
This place was as dark and carried the same scent of pine trees that was common to the forest. She could hear the wind lightly swaying the branches, but there were no sounds out of the ordinary. Everything seemed the same.“What am I missing?” Ursula asked curiously, though she wondered whether Aleana had stopped just to see what she’d say or do.Aleana giggled. “So the charm really does hide it from human sight.” She gave the air a knock, and strangely there was a sound, just like she was knocking on wood.
— Cailee Francis, Mischief Dreaming
There's no magic more powerful than the human spirit.
— Vic James, Gilded Cage
Emotion is ‘recognition’. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (“Those journeys of love”)
— Erik Pevernagie
I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I was,” he whispered.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
Kato looks ill. “I… It… Me…” He stares at the massive snake. “Big.”
— I squeeze his arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll speak in complete sentences again soon.
Stop looking at my mouth.”	His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. “What if I don’t want to stop looking at your mouth?
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There's nothing magical in them at all. Magic is only what books mean, what books say. How they stitch the patterns of the universe together into one garment for us.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
You can never get enough of adventure
— Polkadot, Enchanted High
There are these little things about you and everything that you do. The beauty of which the mere words can't cage or explain. Moments that grabs me in its arms, throws me to the sky, bangs me back on the earth and throws me into the sea. Like I am dead for a moment watching you. And the next second I am breathing heavily and trying hard to swim in the magic of you.
— Akshay Vasu
To create the magic, you should first believe in it.
— Akshay Vasu
It's important, when you see magic, to recognize it. You don't often get a second chance.
— Cassie Beasley, Circus Mirandus
Don’t you get it Cat? You’re the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you.
— Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire
That's the tragedy of fairy tales. The whole world puts them on a pedestal. People want their lives to be magical, but what people don't understand is that happiness is sacrificed. There is so much more to the story than what is written. The Cinderella you think she's so unfortunate with her mean sisters and stepmom. You think she deserves a happy ending with a prince, but the twenty-page journey is all you see. You learn little about who she is. What if Cinderella's just a good actress who has everyone fooled, when really, she sucks. She more than sucks.
— Angela Parkhurst, The Forgotten Fairytales
His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince…“Just as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
You can't write a story until you've felt it. Breathed it in. Walked with your characters. Talked with them. That's why you come here. To live your story.
— Angela Banks
These hips are mighty hips.These hips are magic hips.I have known themto put a spell on a manand spin him like a top
— Carol Shields, Dropped Threads: What We Aren't Told
It seemed that it was not only live magicians which Mr. Norrell despised. He had taken the measure of all the dead ones too and found them wanting.
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Reiki can either bring you prosperity or doom - use it well.
— Nikita Dudani
My name is Zia Rashid.
— Rick Riordan
I don’t know why it’s not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.
— Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire
He’s barely finished himself inside me when my release hits. My thighs tense. The breath stalls in my lungs, and then I kick back my head and let out the loudest, throatiest, and most breathless moan in the history of all history, going boneless in a blissful rush.	“Gods, I missed you,” Griffin rasps, holding me as I throb around him.The high-impact tremors fade into sweet, lingering aftershocks. I look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. My lips part, but no words come out. Even the drag of frosty air over my kiss-swollen lips is almost too sensual to bear.Griffin quirks a dark eyebrow, looking smug. “That was easy.”	I grin, falling in love with him all over again. “Then do it again.
— Amanda Bouchet, Breath of Fire
Fairytales have rules. We may never understand them but they've been hammered into our heads since infancy. Eventually, even the rebels conform.
— Angela Parkhurst, Forget Me Not
The clouds behind the castle darkened and rolled, embracing the mountain and the white towers. And as the princess became more animated, the clouds rolled faster and faster. They twisted and deepened in color until a deafening crack sliced through the air.
— Brittney Joy, Over Ruled
Brodie found herself frowning in confusion, the rugged handsome one was making no sense. “But I just want to have sex with you… no commitment, no sharing. If anything, I would prefer it if you didn’t talk at all, before, during, or after the act.
— Jane Cousins, To Vex A Valkyrie
Let's take a minute to talk about spellbooks, since, in this day and age when magic is no longer taught in schools (or is, at best, an elective like Home Economics), very few people have the experience with spellbooks that they used to.
— Ursula Vernon, Castle Hangnail
She’d been seconds away from kissing the man… no, throttling him, for his sheer audacity.  “You expect me to bat my eyes and thrust my tits into some hairy creature’s face and then run away like a giggling simpleton?”“They only have the one eye under all that hair, and their eyesight is notoriously bad, so you can probably just keep your… tits where they are. 
— Jane Cousins, To Vex A Valkyrie
Your gaze is very powerful, but trust me, it won't open that door
— Jamie Le Fay, Disillusion
Above all remember this: that magic belongs as much to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or righteous anger.
— Susanna Clarke, The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories
His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.
— Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing
Captain Harcourt-Bruce was not only dashing, handsome, and brave, he was also rather romantic. The reappearance of magic in England thrilled him immensely. He was a great reader of the more exciting sort of history - and his head was full of ancient battles in which the English were outnumbered by the French and doomed to die, when all at once would be heard the sound of strange, unearthly music, and upon a hilltop would appear the Raven King in his tall, black helmet with it's mantling of raven-feathers streaming in the wind; he would gallop down the hillside on his tall, black horse with a hundred human knights and a hundred fairy knights at his back, and he would defeat the French by magic.That was Captain Harcourt-Bruce's idea of a magician. That was the sort of thing which he now expected to see reproduced on every battlefield on the Continent. So when he saw Mr Norrell in his drawing-room in Hanoversquare, and after he had sat and watched Mr Norrell peevishly complain to his footman, first that the cream in his tea was too creamy, and next that it was too watery - well, I shall not surprize you when I say he was somewhat disappointed. In fact he was so downcast by the whole undertaking that Admiral Paycocke, a bluff old gentleman, felt rather sorry for him and only had the heart to laugh at him and tease him very moderately about it.
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die.
— Moïra Fowley-Doyle, The Accident Season
Vampire strength might not let me lift cars, but I will tear up some shrubbery all day long.
— Drew  Hayes, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant
You’re a good man who happens to be a vampire. We aren’t human, but that doesn’t make us monsters.
— Drew  Hayes, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant
You know, it would be much less trouble if you were willing to bat your magic eyelashes.
— Jamie Le Fay, Disillusion
Albert died in an unfortunate accident sometime ago and was raised as a zombie by his amateur necromancer friend, Neil. Bubba was a new friend we had acquired in Vegas when helping him gain back the freedom he had previously gambled away. The fourth member of our group, a government agent and my girlfriend named Krystal, was out of town for work this week, thus I was conducting my first weekly scrabble tournament with just the three of us. Which leaves only me to be accounted for in the explanation. My name. which I hope you know by now. is Frederick Frankford Fletcher and I am a vampire, though still not the type that inspires swooning or terror.
— Drew  Hayes, The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, the Vampire Accountant
In ancient Greece, the word for "cook," "butcher," and "priest" was the same -- mageiros -- and the word shares an etymological root with "magic.
— Michael Pollan, Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation
The wonderful wizard of Oz - when was a child I loved the movie and I read the book when I got older and made me amazing
— L. Frank Baum, W.W. Denslow
Venus was rising, holding her own in the sky that was beginning to brighten. As I left the docks and warehouses behind, I came to a marshy shoreline, thick with water reeds. Though the sky above was clear, the water's surface swirled with little mists. I began to sing a song to Isis, made up on the spot, which caught the rhythm of the oars. A breeze sprang up and the reeds sang with me. Then as the first rays of sun dimmed the stars, birds everywhere lifted their voices and rose in line after line into the sky. On the outskirts of the city, I came to what looked like it might have been an abandoned villa or farmstead. I decided to sit down and watch the lake changing colors with the light. That's when I heard it. Not the soft lapping of the water against the shore, but the sound of flowing water. I looked and in the glowing light, I saw a small stream, eally just a trickle washing down a pebbly incline towards the lake. Something prompted me to follow the stream inland. I made my way though brambly thickets of brambling roses. The way seemed to open for me, the thorns all but retracting so as not to catch my cloak or scratch my arms and legs. At the source, I knelt down and parted the thicket, and there it was. The spring at the base of the hill so steep, it was almost a cliff. The water bubbled up from the darkness of earth, giving back the brightness of sky. Like all springs, a way between worlds. I was no stranger to sacred springs and magic wells. I was raised to revere them. I had first glimpsed my beloved on the well of wisdom on Tir n mBan. But this spring. I closed my eyes to listen to its sound, and I knew I had heard it before.The wind picked up, washing over me, scented with fish and roses. When it quieted again, I opened my eyes and gazed at the clear surface of the pool, and for an instant, I saw a tower, and the dawn sky, and the two people standing there. Then the image vanished, but I had seen all I needed to see. Alright, I said to myself, my goddess, to Miriam's know it all angels, Magala is is. And by the way, I added, my name is Maeve.
— Elizabeth Cunningham, The Passion of Mary Magdalen
Each choice strengthens the magic you bring to the world, either for good or for evil. Those choices are yours alone.~Mab Atkinson
— A.J. Benson
Just because it's common doesn't make it less powerful.
— Kendall Kulper, Salt & Storm
You're asking for trouble, woman." At the gruff tone of his voice, I raised my head and met his dark, chocolate-brown eyes, rimmed by long lashes that didn't take an ounce away from his masculinity. I wanted to drown in those eyes."I like trouble, remember?
— Suzanne  Johnson, Belle Chasse
Right now, I'm just a girl, and there is also magic in that.
— Zoraida Córdova, Labyrinth Lost
The magic to attain victory is simple…..Just believe.
— Omoakhuana Anthonia
The practice of magic also demands the development of what is called the magical will. Will is very much akin to what Victorian schoolmasters called "character": honesty, self-discipline, commitment, and conviction. Those who would practice magic must be scrupulously honest in their personal lives. In one sense, magic works on the principle that "it is so because I say it is so." A bag of herbs acquires the power to heal because I say it does. For my word to take on such force, I must be deeply and completely convinced that it is identified with truth as I know it. If I habitually lie to my lovers, steal from my boss, pilfer from supermarkets, or simply renege on my promises, I cannot have that conviction.Unless I have enough personal power to keep commitments in my daily life, I will be unable to wield magical power. To work magic, I need a basic belief in my ability to do things and cause things to happen. That belief is generated and sustained by my daily actions. If I say I will finish a report by Thursday and I do so, I have strengthened my knowledge that I am a person who can do what I say I will do. If I let the report go until a week from next Monday, I have undermined that belief. If course, life is full of mistakes and miscalculations. But to a person who practices honesty and keeps commitments, "As I will, so mote it be" is not just a pretty phrase; it is a statement of fact.
— Starhawk, The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess
Possessing magic and being possessed by magic are two sides of the same coin.
— Lynne M. Hinkey, Ye Gods! a Tale of Dogs and Demons
When I was a boy, Ray Bradbury picked stories from his books of short stories he thought younger readers might like and published them as R Is for Rocket and S Is for Space. Now I was doing the same sort of thing, and I asked Ray if he'd mind if I called this book M Is for Magic. (He didn't.)M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...
— Neil Gaiman, M Is for Magic
Once upon a time--which, when you come to think of it, is reallythe only proper way to begin a story--the only way that reallysmacks of romance and fairyland--
— L.M. Montgomery, Magic for Marigold
I refuse to believe that we’re going to go through life without something magical happening
— Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn
There are times when I'm writing where time feels irrelevant. Those are the moments I know I'm creating magic.
— Anastasia Bolinder
I think it was then that it dawned on me that Mum wasn't going to notice Chris was missing. She has been made so that she thinks Chris is just round the corner all the time. She doesn't realise that she never sees him. I don't know why I didn't understand earlier. If Aunt Maria can turn Chris into a wolf, she's surely strong enough to do this to Mum- except that it seems a different kind of thing, much more natural and ordinary, and I didn't really think she could do both kinds.
— Diana Wynne Jones, Black Maria
Helping someone feel they belong is a magic all its own.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
Faith is the deepest and truest form of magic.
— Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
As a writer, I do not treat writing merely as a profession but more of as my "calling" and my way of life. In every waking hour and even in my deep sleep, creativity and imagination crawls through my inner core. Anyone can write but not everybody can capture that crystalline moment when magic unfolds and casts a spell on her readers." - Author/Poet Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo
— Elizabeth E. Castillo
I roll my eyes. "Oh, the woe of being adored."Beta Sinta grins. "It's a hard life.
— Amanda Bouchet, A Promise of Fire
It’s still magic even if you know how it’s done.
— Terry Pratchett
Look for magic in daily routine.
— Lou Barlow
Zen is magic. It gives you the key to open the miraculous. And the miraculous is in you and the key is also in you.
— Osho, Zen: The Path of Paradox
Of all the magic words in existence, words of kindness create the greatest transformation spells.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, he'd forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasn't just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King
Don't wait for a miracle. Make one happen.
— K.J. Mecklenfeld
Are you going? What shall you wear?""I shall go in what I am standing in," said Mak Genggang. "A witch is always appropriate whatever her attire.
— Zen Cho, Sorcerer to the Crown
Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlightin strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...
— Kristen Henderson
[W]hat should I have done? Gather dirt in my purse?
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
This is the twilight shift, dear. Neither here nor there. But if you go into the dark, there'll be no turning back. Stay out of the office and you'll be happy. Trust me.
— Steven Poore, Things in the Dark
Creating life with words is my favorite magic to weave.
— Jen Golembiewski
Go become someone's miracle! There's healing in your hand, in your voice, in your heart, in your eyes! YOU ARE A HEALER! You have the power to love, to accept, to encourage, to lift someone's spirit, to hug, to help, to listen, to care!! YOU ARE A MIRACLE!
— Abhishek Kumar, Stardust Family - We Are One!
I cannot hope to make you understand how the world is truly made,' he told her. 'Metaphor, then: the world is a weave, like threads woven into cloth.' His hand came out of his sleeve with a strip of his red ribbon.'If you sa
— Adrian Tchaikovsky, Salute the Dark
Did I tell you what veal practice is? Oh! Veal practice involved me lying very still on the sofa trying as hard as I could to mimic the life of a veal. While eating veal. I wish I were kidding. It. Was. Magic.
— Shonda Rhimes, Year of Yes: How to Dance It Out, Stand In the Sun and Be Your Own Person
Coding is other type of magic!
— Deyth Banger
…it struck Mr. Jelliby that a wide-eyed faery was not a surprised faery. It was an angry, angry faery.
— Stefan Bachmann, The Peculiar
...I've been told that this building is here waiting for me. It's been my Buckingham Palace, my White House, my Taj Mahal, so coming here today as a real member is - well, it's a big deal.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
...while you've never heard of her, in my mind she's practically a celebrity.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
I've always liked Anna, but according to my mother, her family is complete New Money, and my grandmother has pointed out on several occasions that they're not even really Southern.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
There is life and there is death, but on the border, where one shades into the other, there is the In Between. "...[M]ost people go through life without even knowing that it's there.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
I'm named after my great grand-mother...while you've never heard of her, in my mind she's practically a celebrity.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
You won't be able to find it out for yourself in any library or archive, either, because my grandmother has carefully and systematically destroyed every shred of evidence.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
If not for her truly sparkling personality, she would have been doomed.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[W]hat my grandmother and my mother and I all know is that our beauty is no miracle. It is bought and paid for.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[M]y grandmother...had always complained that our house didn't have a profile that was "significant enough.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
...he went off to Paris. Actually, I don't know for sure that Paris is where he ended up.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
There you are! Aren't you precious?
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
She's as common as pig tracks. Just her being here lowers the tone of the entire city.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
Magnolia leadership isn't a given. Not forever. You have to earn your spot.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[W]ithout the League, you'd be nothing.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
My membership has given me everything I've ever wanted.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
...[D]espite the concoction's disgusting lecture, it's cleared every blemish from my face, as promised. I am a Buzzard-created beauty, head to toe.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[A]s if enjoying a last, drawn-out supper, he sips on Alexandria's shadows.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
The heartache of your brother and your best friend? I mean, Hayes if it's not your business, then whose business is it?
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
But what if Alex changes it all around?...Where does that leave you?...But really...what if she's right?
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[M]y grandmother and I sit across from each other at the Gryphon Tea Room, on the grandest section of Bull Street.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
As a Magnolia, you are always onstage.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
I'm sorry. I just meant that all this is new to me. I get lost sometimes." I give her my most honest expression.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
The fact is I'm in a serious jam.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
I can't help frowning. "But Madison designed that cocktail dress herself...
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
You are in training, and therefore your personal taste and opinions are not to be trusted until they are fully and reliably shaped - by me.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War