Lanith? Don’t bewitch the Church boys. Their disappointment is a mess to untangle when they follow you home.

An Enforcer’s style is to destroy all magicians in sight and lap up their essence like a starved cur.

You don’t have to bewitch me, Aiden. I like you already.

I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.

Wizard’s work was a pleasure and a madness. No wonder the university magicians rambled at times like daft bastards.

His harmonic words could weave the fabric of time or spin matter from nothingness if the mood suited him.

Observing the wizard’s high magic was his biggest privilege as Kadmeion’s assistant.

Pick up a thing," [Wizard Kadmeion's]mother would say. "Touch, smell, and taste it. Listen to its nonsense. Then put the funny thing in its proper place.

We learned the seven traditional ways to make words unclear.""Seven? That many? Which was the most effective?""Poor grammar skills.

Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.

Stupor, insanity, and curling up with a good book.” Bright finished his coffee and slipped out of bed. “And I was wondering last night how I would fill my time today. Let me get dressed and have a spot of breakfast first.

Goons were the lowest sort of homunculi, only superior to zombies.

Life is sweet absurdity, Sir Wizard. Laugh your way through it.