The Shroud was old, and regarded as special, and people believed in it. That could be enough to give it a kind of power, all by itself.
There was no milk in the icebox, and I wasn’t pouring Coke onto breakfast cereal. That would just be odd.
Peace cannot be bought, Aleron,” he murmured to LaFortier. “History teaches that lesson. I learned it. You should have, too.” LaFortier.
I was staring into a mirror, and I didn’t like what I saw there.
Death should be a learning experience, after all, or what’s the point?
Raw power doesn’t determine all that you can do with magic. Focus matters, too. The better your focus is, the better you are at putting your power in one place at the same time, the more you can get done.
I told you long ago that being a real wizard means sacrifice. It means knowing things no one else does,” he said, still growling. “I told you that it meant that you might have to act upon what you knew, and knew to be right, even though the whole world set its hand against you. Or that you might have to do horrible, necessary things. Do you remember that?
We’re stunning – and we need to be, if we’re to make a good impression and accomplish our goals. It’s vain, it’s stupid, and it’s shallow, but that makes it no less true.
And I’m the tool,” I muttered. Then I thought about it, sighed, and shook my head. “One day,” I told myself, “one brave and magnificent day, I will actually be cool.
My mouth kept running without checking in with my brain. My heart maybe, but not my brain.
It doesn’t take much power to hurt someone,” she said. “It’s far easier than healing the damage.
Thomas scowled. “An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.
Then why, Michael asked “are you expecting perfection out of yourself? Do you really think you’re that much better than the rest of us? That your powers make you a higher quality of human being? That your knowledge places you on a higher plane than everyone else on this world?
I snagged a golden paper crown from one of the bags, and idly joined it into a circle and put it on my head. Susan blinked at me and let out a brief laugh. ‘I am’ I intoned with an imperious narrowing of my eyes, ’the burger king.
One grip shy of a steering column? Grimm suggested. Ten degrees short of a compass? Aviating without goggles?
Here’s something else I bet you didn’t know about Tyrannosaurs: they don’t corner well.
It’s an old place, but it sings in the darkness and is, in its own quirky little way, alive. It’s home.
I have a monster under my bed, and it’s Mouse.
When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they’re one of two things: desperate or smart. Very rarely are they both.
Once you begin to mass-manufacture anything, by the very nature of the process, you lose the sense of personal attachment you might have to something made by hand.