Some thought magic came from the mind, others the soul, or the heart, or the will.

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Sydney, look at me.' He rested his hands on the car roof and leaned in. 'No one is going to hurt you. Do you know why?' She shook her head, and Victor smiled. 'Because I'll hurt them first.

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There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.

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«This is why I run.» Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close. It was better not to care - Lila tried not to care - but, sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn't know how deep they were buried until they were gone, and you were bleeding on the floor. And it wasn't fair.

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Victor was the first to speak, and when he did, it was with an eloquence and composure perfectly befitting the situation

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Well stared at her, at a loss. Was her bravado a front, or did she truly have so little to lose? But she had a life, and a life was a thing that could always be lost.

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Well tipped his head so that his copper hair tumbled out of his eyes, revealing not only the crisp blue of the left one but the solid black of the right. A black that ran edge to edge, filling white and iris both. There was nothing human about that eye. It was pure magic. The mark of the blood magician.

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Well, when you wonder something," said Eli, "doesn't that mean part of you wants to believe in it? I think we want to prove things, in life, more than we want to disprove them. We want to believe.

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We still have time," Well assured him, getting to his feet." How do you know?" asked Astra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic," Well said, and then, when Astra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that.

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You don't understand," gasped Eli. "No one understands."" When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong.

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