He’d often said that keeping things to himself was a matter of survival. Barracus had often told her that if she was doing something important she shouldn’t tell people anything they didn’t need to know. He lived his life by that rule. In fact, he often wouldn’t tell Magda about things he thought she didn’t need to know. Like why he killed himself.
Do you know, Richard, that it’s the weight of one flake of snow that is one too many, and causes an avalanche? Without that one, last flake, the catastrophe would not happen. When using magic, you must know which is the one snowflake too many before you add its weight. The avalanche will be out of all proportion to what you think the weight of that flake could invoke.
Your destiny is to find the truth.
The tightly focused battle was an orgy of slaughter. Limbs, heads, and parts of bodies from men and women alike littered the ground.
This was the threshold to the place of the dead.
Without delay, Tilly entered the ninth opening, a number that she knew from Baraccus had great meaning on things having to do with magic.
The Spiritist is said to be a dangerous woman.
A Grace connected creating the World of life, and the world of the dead in pathways of magic.
The reason, as I had learned from my father, is that there is no certainty in death. Because there is no beginning or end, there is no way to measure how long your time.
Baraccus had told her that while a number of wizards could make things, the same as the ungifted could make things, it was this component of artistic ability in creating new things that took to to another level and made the makers more than true prophets. Magda remembered the passion in his voice as he told her about such things. Making things was in his soul. Creating new things seemed to be his spark of life.
You’ve a thing or two to learn, dear one, if you don’t know how important fussing is.
Fussing keeps you sharp. When you get old, you need to stay sharp.
I asked him what the amulet meant to him, what its meaning was. At first, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then, in a haunting voice, he said that it represented the dance with death. I was horrified by that. He said the dance with death was the way of the War Wizard.
A book is read one page at a time. A shelf is read one book at a time. A library is read one shelf at a time.
The dead must heed them.
War Wizards don’t give up. They find a way around any obstacle, even if that way results in their own death. He called the way of the wizard the dance with death.
Faith and feelings are the darkness to reason’s light.
Information is the coin of war.
The best we can to the best of our ability based on what we know. That’s why the truth is so important. Evil abhors those with the ability.
Safety is only an illusion when evil is on the hunt. I can’t stand by and watch. I have to act. It isn’t easy to absolve one’s self of guilt.