Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

The most professional curse ever snarled or croaked or thundered can have no effect on a pure heart.

The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.

Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.

She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.