magic

Then I shall tell you the truthful answers to the questions you asked, about my own intentions and motivations. They are not so simple."...He cocked an eyebrow and his cobalt eyes took on a playful sparkle."If I were to avow that you are my immortal life's great passion, that I would give up immortality itself to be at your side and in your bed, you would not believe me, n'est-ce pas?

Great! I hope different police officers are here this time." "Might be, but we're in the same police jurisdiction. I'm certain from the last time you were here, they probably have a record about you. What was it you said? You were playing some game re-enactment the last time you were injured?" "Yes. How did your brother come up the idea of a paint-ball game? That's a good one." "He's played them here before. He would like to bring the game back to our world, but we fight for real.

When twelve who wander stand as oneThrough the door the dark will come.The key will be revealed in turn__nlock the way and you shall learn...

His hand trailed down the side of her face, brushing back spiraling tendrils of hair. "Come, shei'tani, dance the skiles with your mate.

Peasants brought up on a tradition of superstitious magic could hardly be expected to distinguish between such ostensibly Christian rituals and the mumbled incantations of the local wizard. And so, to the discomfort of the priests, many came to regard elements of Christian devotion as simple magical spells. The Latin Mass was, after all, incomprehensible to the common people, so it already had the aspect of an occult formula. It came to be seen, like magic, as an essentially mechanical rite through which absolution was achieved by observing the correct procedures. In that case, there was no real need for faith.

Sometimes the most remarkable things seem commonplace. I mean, when you think about it, jet travel is pretty freaking remarkable. You get in a plane, it defies the gravity of an entire planet by exploiting a loophole with air pressure, and it flies across distances that would take months or years to cross by any means of travel that has been significant for more than a century or three. You hurtle above the earth at enough speed to kill you instantly should you bump into something, and you can only breathe because someone built you a really good tin can that has seams tight enough to hold in a decent amount of air. Hundreds of millions of man-hours of work and struggle and research, blood, sweat, tears, and lives have gone into the history of air travel, and it has totally revolutionized the face of our planet and societies.But get on any flight in the country, and I absolutely promise you that you will find someone who, in the face of all that incredible achievement, will be willing to complain about the drinks.The drinks, people.That was me on the staircase to Chicago-Over-Chicago. Yes, I was standing on nothing but congealed starlight. Yes, I was walking up through a savage storm, the wind threatening to tear me off and throw me into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan far below. Yes, I was using a legendary and enchanted means of travel to transcend the border between one dimension and the next, and on my way to an epic struggle between ancient and elemental forces.But all I could think to say, between panting breaths, was, 'Yeah. Sure. They couldn__ possibly have made this an escalator.

Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But,from one soulthey head,to another,in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

I don't want you to go." She reached up to touch his face and pull him down to her. "I want this, Rain. I want you.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

Losing path is a magic! If you can enjoy with the unknown path, you shall find the exit much quicker!

For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.

Magic will find those with pure heats, even when all seems lost. And love is the greatest magic of all. I know this to be true.

When Rhiannon was small and had just learned to read, her mother brought her into the hall one day when her father was on campaign, and led her to the large table upon which a great map of their lands lay. She instructed Rhiannon to read the words of the landmarks: castle, road, mountain, forest, village. The young girl touched words inscribed over a place where trees met craggy peaks. __hat does that say, my love?_ her mother prompted. __ere be dragons,_ Rhiannon answered, glancing up at her mother. Her mother nodded, smiling. She knelt down in front of Rhiannon so they were at the same height. The lady__ hazel eyes sparkled as she whispered, __ have a secret to share. But I can only share it with a little girl with red and gold hair,_ she pulled playfully on Rhiannon__ braid,_ who knows how to read._ Rhiannon giggled. __re you a little girl such as this?_ Rhiannon nodded eagerly, and her mother laughed. She stood up and gestured at a tapestry on the wall. __ome, child, the dragon guards our treasure._ Hand in hand they walked to the tapestry of the sleeping dragon. __our great-great grandmother wove this tapestry when she was an old woman. It took her a long time to complete, with her hands gnarled so, like the twisted oak by the drawbridge._ The dragon was curled up in front of a turret, with stone dolmens in a semi-circle behind it, interspersed with trees and a mountain peak in the background and bright blue sky above. The dragon__ scales were crimson and woven through with glittering gold thread, and its curved horns and talons were gold. As they paused in front of the large tapestry, Rhiannon looked closely at the eyes of the dragon; she thought perhaps she could see a slit of gold, as if the dragon were only pretending to be asleep. Rhiannon__ mother stood on tiptoe and moved part of the tapestry to the side, revealing a slit in the stone wall. With her free hand she reached in and drew out a large leather-bound tome. She motioned her daughter to come sit with her on one of the benches that lined the walls. __ook and listen well, my daughter,_ she said, and ran her fingers along the smooth cover, __his book is our special treasure, and it contains many secrets within its pages. I am going to teach you how to read them._ She opened the book as Rhiannon snuggled closer to her, her mother__ loose red-gold hair falling over the girl__ shoulder and brushing the crinkly parchment pages of the book which she turned until she came to the picture of a girl.

I want them to see the magic of how everything is related: To walk out into the night and see the Green Corn Moon levitate across the sky.

All Librarians are Secret Masters of Severe Magic. Goes with the territory.

I__ related to one. Can you believe that? It was bad enough thinking I was paranoid, going crazy or maybe just cursed, but to find out Gods are real and that I__ related to one_ life sucks lemons and I__e run out of tequila and salt.

No, the magic doesn't wear off at midnight. It's much more powerful than that. It comes from you. You wanted something, and so it came to be.