I took a step back, shaking my head, wishing I could place a gnarly black hex on him. My daddy taught me better than that.
Mary BuckhamMots clés magic witches urban-fantasy
Chapter 8 - The Rescue Team: "Timbroke Hall was completely dark. A creaking shutter opened and closed to the rhythm of a howling, north wind. It bore a cold reminder of the harsh winter coming quickly this year. The children crept up the rock stairs to the familiar wooden doors at the front of the building. Ariana led them around the porch to a side door according to her, was never locked. The broken handle dangled loosely and offered free entrance. The team cautiously crossed the threshold of the old hall into pitch blackness. An owl hooted and the sound of large wings flapping reverberated around them. Camilla startled, cried out a fearful yelp causing everyone to jump. Hannah reflexively covered Camilla’s mouth until she was certain nothing more would slip out. “Quiet,” whispered Jess in an angry tone directed at Hannah. “It wasn’t me,” whispered Hannah pointing down at Camilla. “Sorry,” whispered Camilla apologetically.
M.K. McDanielMots clés magic fantasy-fiction adventure-stories
M.T. Stone was the poster boy for what an assassin should look like.
Mary BuckhamMots clés humor magic urban-fantasy-series
The enchanted day is only enchanted if we ourselves believe that anything is possible.
Mark DonnellyMots clés life happiness passion magic productivity enchantment luck-peace
Then there are the simple things. The way she fits against my side when we’re sitting together. How she can silence my addled thoughts with one look. The sound of my name from her lips. The way she can make a moment, any moment, a thousands times better when she is there. How the simplest pleasures in life become exciting with the promise of sharing the experience with her.
Erik TomblinMots clés life truth friends future love women romantic inspiration dreams relationships human magic smart thoughts forever-and-a-day soulmate
All of us had problems, it seemed, whose sources were untraceable, crossing over one another like the trajectories of countless raindrops in a storm, blending to create a fog of delusion and counter-delusion. Powerful forces and connections were undoubtedly at play, yet they seemed to have no faces and no names, and it was anybody's guess what we - a crowd of deluded no-talents - could have possibly done to offend them. We had been caught up in a season of hideous magic from which nothing could offer us deliverance.
("Gas Station Carnivals")
Mots clés horror magic artists doom problems magick omen
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.
Haruki MurakamiMots clés stories storytelling magic
Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don’t, who will?
Jon Bon JoviMots clés dreams believe magic santa-claus
Sorcery rules the world. Of course, most don't call it sorcery; indeed, many would be horrified by such a notion.
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