fantasy

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,Empty the haunted air, and gnomèd mine__nweave a rainbow, as it erewhile madeThe tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade

So why hadn__ he confronted me? Why hadn__ he torn through my lies and forced me to own up that I__ caught him in a Binding? It wasn__ like he could just brush this off. And that smile before he left, as if he__ been pulling my leg to see my reaction_I shook my head. Ryan was certainly providing his fair share of riddles. There was the tiny possibility he was still clueless and was just teasing me, but I doubted anyone could be that naïve. Even him. My mind began to tick over, desperate for an answer. Only one other thing stuck out in his behaviour. Maybe he was going for a fair exchange strategy. He wouldn__ question my secrets, in the hope I wouldn__ question his.Now that was naïve.

My heart almost vaulted out of my chest. I was snuggled against Ryan__ shoulder. We were burrowed under the cloak and sleeping bag, and my hand rested on his cheek, about to swat the stray hair that had fallen over my face. This wouldn__ have been so bad, if not for one tiny detail.Ryan was awake.

I remained silent, adrift in a torrent of mixed feelings. The Binding urged me to curl up in his embrace, to lose myself in his scent and surrender to his lips again; however, my own thoughts begged me to turn away. I didn__ know what to do. I couldn__ deny there was something between Ryan and me, but what? It was the curse!It had always been the curse_

Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,In the darkest hours before the dawn,When witches roam and demons spawn,And children die with spirit gone,Magicked away in the gloaming.

magic swirls about us like an invisible fog of energy that can be tapped by those gifted enough, using a variety of techniques that center on layered spelling, mumbled incantations, and a burst of concentrated thought channeled through the index fingers. The technical name for this energy is "variable electro-gravitational mutable subatomic force," which doesn't mean anything at all--confused scientists just gave it an important-sounding name so as not to lose face. The usual term is "wizidrical energy," or simply "the crackle.

My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.

Splendor was the decree of the day.

Seek Knowledge, Protect Knowledge, Share Knowledge.

Those secrets residing in their hearts and minds held magnificent Energy. Humans were too inept to see it as anything but evil.

Beauty to beguile, spies to ensnare, and gold, always gold, to tempt, to trap, to control.

An optimist and a gentleman, I like that in my men.

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

Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.

The feelings and the memories and the perceptions in me are my own, they are terrible and secret and if I can turn them out, if I can display them on canvas_ or even on my skin if I must_ He turned his head and looked at her. __hen they are special. Do you see? I create from my secrets, from the halls in my soul.

In the beginning there was only Darkness.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

Like seduction, the Priestess took poisoning to an art form.