100 Quotes About Wizard

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend. Priya Ardis

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you. Priya Ardis

The Death Eaters can't all be pure-blood, there aren't enough pure-blood wizards left, " said Hermione stubbornly. "I expect most of them are half-bloods pretending to be pure. It's only Muggle-borns they hate, they'd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up" "There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater! " said Ron indignantly.." My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters! " "And they'd love to have me, " said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in. . J.k. Rowling

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure. . Priya Ardis

Good so be would you if, duff plum of helping second A, " said the Bursar. The table fell silent. "Did anyone understand that?" said Ridcully. The Bursar was not technically insane. He had passed through the rapids of insanity som time previously, and was now sculling around in some peaceful pool on the other side. He was quite often coherent, although not by normal human standards. Terry Pratchett

I think you’ve forgotten that this place holds a lot more than justbetraying Hobgoblins. Call upon the spirits, summon fairies, raise thedead! My brother, you have the power to do so--now get off of your buttand use it! Richard P. Denney

Magic is the stunning art of surprising your audience, so that nothing else surprises them. Amit Kalantri

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch Priya Ardis

You need to know where to go, ' Sanya said.' Yes, '' And you are going to consult four large pizzas for guidance.'' Yes, ' I said..' There is, I think, humour here which does not translate well from English into sanity.'' That's pretty rich coming from the agnostic Knight of the Cross with a holy Sword who takes his orders from an archangel.' I said.- Harry Dresden & Sanya, Changes, Jim Butcher . Jim Butcher

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing? Priya Ardis

Well, can you tell her that?" He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will." Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up. Priya Ardis

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored. Priya Ardis

Paranoia is a survival trait when you run in my circles. It gives you something to do in your spare time, coming up with solutions to ridiculous problems that aren't ever going to happen. Except when one of them does, at which point you feel way too vindicated.- Harry Dresden, Changes, Jim Butcher Jim Butcher

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us! "" So many rules in this century, " Vane muttered. Priya Ardis

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519? Priya Ardis

...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me.' I'm not dead! ' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead! '- Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher Jim Butcher

The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like. Priya Ardis

Right, ' Thomas said. 'Where are we headed?'' To where they treat me like royalty, ' I said.' We're going to Burger King?'I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead and spelled fratricide in a subvocal mutter, but I had to spell out temporary insanity and justifiable homicide, too, before I calmed down enough to speak politely. 'Just take a left and drive. Please.''Well, ' Thomas said, grinning, 'since you said 'please'- Thomas Raith & Harry Dresden, Small Favor, Jim Butcher. Jim Butcher

My laboratory, ' I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. 'Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with 'mwoo-hah-hah-hahhhhh'? ''You were overexposed to Hammer Films as a child?' - Harry Dresden & Bob the Skull, Changes, Jim Butcher Jim Butcher

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end. Priya Ardis

Do you really think you can win?'' Yeah. Hell, Ortega is only the third or fourth most disturbing thing I've tangled with today.'' But even if you do win, what does it change?'' Me getting kiilled now. That way, I get to be killed later tonight instead.'- Susan Rodriguez & Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher Jim Butcher

You are blessed with a knack for sucking the wonder out of the extraordinary. Daniel McHugh

Regweld is really a fine wizard, " he continued, patting the shoulder again. "And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced! R.A. Salvatore

... They paid some madman who thought he was a decorator a lot of money to make the place look hip and unique. May be it's my lack of fashion sense talking, but I thought they should have held out for one of those gorillas who has learned to paint. The results would have been of similar quality, and they could have paid in fresh produce.- Harry Dresden, Small Favor, Jim Butcher Jim Butcher

A female dragon’s tail is of the utmost importance to her. Male dragons find them irresistible. After all where do you think the term ‘Getting some tail’ came from? Sully Tarnish

Remember, there were dragons long before men came into the world. Why, it was none other than The Great Dragons of Yore who invented the idea of knighthood. Yes, yes, that’s right! Dragons had knights, Kings, princesses and queens long before men crawled out of the muck. Sully Tarnish

Noontime was absolutely the perfect time for a duel in the dragon’s opinion as this was also lunchtime, his favorite part of the day. As the saying went, he could kill two birds with one stone. Sully Tarnish

How does one have a duel with a dragon? Well, since they live high up in the mountains, and getting all the way up there can be quite a nuisance indeed, one just has to ring the guest bell the dragons rather politely placed at the bottom many years ago when very incensed farmers kept appearing with complaints about their dwindling livestock. Dragons jokingly refer to it as “their dinner bell. Sully Tarnish

Max, you cannot stay in the background forever. It is time to stand out in front. You have all that you need.” Analea Kathy Cyr

Little boys jump, but they do not know where. Into the mouth of the demon lair. Hold still and you will see, in his hand is the key. Fire and brimstone. Brimstone and fire. Your ally is clever. a thief and a liar. All is not lost. You can turn it around. But, for a moment...all will be well.....peaceful and sound." Alice. Kathy Cyr

You’re such a little moron, aren’t you? They will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. It’s nothing personal, just business. It’s all about survival, dear boy." Drusilla Blackwood Kathy Cyr

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss Kathy Cyr

If you do not get to her time............... He will cut out her heart & feed it to the fishes...." Alice Kathy Cyr

You have been gifted the Blood Diamond and are surrounded by all that is good. You will not fail as long as you believe.” Analea Kathy Cyr

Let me out, witch, " growled Alice. She began to hum off key. Griselda stepped away from the door." I can help the little wee babes, " Alice sung sweetly. "Through the woods and into the dark. Where he whispers the words to make his mark. Little boy of green..." Alice chuckled. "...has gone to the wizard who is evil and mean. Kathy Cyr

Wizard is as wizard does. F.T. McKinstry

My grandpa, unlike Jarod Kintz, was an Elder. Now that he's dead and gone, he's a ghost French wizard. And no one knows what French wizards are good at… Will Advise

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable. F.T. McKinstry

But our forest is sacred & magical with many unusual creatures & plants. We don’t want people to destroy everything! Magda M. Olchawska

Julia heard from her mummy that fairies were gentle creatures with singing voices just like the mermaids. Magda M. Olchawska

The room was full of magical objects, animals, photographs, paintings, strange looking plants and many flying books. I only found this room a few days ago and it seems that it keeps changing every time I come. Magda M. Olchawska

Julia really likes school and she is one of the top students. Mikolay doesn’t mind the weekend school because he is allowedto do lots of magic, which he really likes and is very good at. Magda M. Olchawska

I love fairies so much. I would so love to touch one, whispered Julia in excitement. “U can touch me. But please don't touch my wings, they are very fragile, ”replied 1 fairy.“ I’m Farina, the fairy queen. Magda M. Olchawska

Many trees were pulled out of the ground with their roots crying for water.” The lake was all polluted with thick layers of grease, the grass & flowers were squashed, animals walked around. #kidsbooks "Mikolay & Julia"Total elocological destruction, said Mikolay trying to use one of the funny long words Julia was always using. These are not monsters Farina.These are people and building machines. Magda M. Olchawska

The people who run the circus kidnapped us from our parents. Since we got here, we have all been working in the circus. We can’t see any of our mummies or kiss them OR cuddle up to them. said Adrian.His tears flowing in his big blue eyes that were the colour of the sky. We didn’t want to listen to our parents when they told us: ‘Never, Ever! ” talk to strangers. We all disobeyed and spoke to strangers, and then the strangers stole us away from our parents. Magda M. Olchawska

Me & my fellow fairies are running away from a huge monster that keeps destroying our home land, sobbed Farina.The monster is terribly scary, has huge jaws, creates clouds of smoke & makes loads of noise everywhere it goes. Magda M. Olchawska

Mikolay had explored the big attic many times before, and he knew that his mummy misplaced boxes all the time. Ah, I, don’t really want a wand, um, that much. Can we go home now? “Please? begged Julia as she walked toward the door. But Mikolay grabbed her hand and whispered: Lets just see where the shadow is going and after that, we can go right home. Mikolay and Julia carefully moved closer and closer to the wall. Magda M. Olchawska

Mikolay took his wand out, touched the cage’s lock and said: “Eis Izras” three times. The door opened at once, unfortunately making lots of noise and waking the humans up. Mikolay knew a few powerful hexes and he was able to create small flying dragons. He hoped that he could stop the people, animals, and block the shadows to buy some time. Magda M. Olchawska

Wow! ” gasped Julia. They saw 20 or more young children of every sort lyingon the cold, bare ground. Magda M. Olchawska

Suddenly, the shadow disappeared through the wall! Maybe the shadow disappeared again. Can we please go back home now? I really don’t like it here & I’m scared! Julia pleaded. The shadow was standing by a very small cage, pointing its long, thin finger towards the floor. Magda M. Olchawska

We need to get to the other side of the lake if you want to help the fairies, ” said Mikolay.We could use my crystal ball for transportation, ” suggested Julia pulling out a small crystal ball out of her pocket. Magda M. Olchawska

We live in the fairy forest of huge trees which is on the other side of the lake, said Farina. Magda M. Olchawska

When Mikolay and Julia are not at school, they usually go exploring and adventuring. Mikolay’s and Julia’s mummies are both witches and are in charge of fixing things. Magda M. Olchawska

Come on, this is a real adventure I have here, screamed Mikolay again, this time more impatiently. I think someone is singing inside the wardrobe. Can you hear that? Magda M. Olchawska

If a wizard should take up residence in your garden and requests food, you are obliged to feed him. Mark Jackman

The wizards were civilized men of considerable education and culture. When faced with being inadvertently marooned on a desert island they understood immediately that the first thing to do was place the blame Terry Pratchett

Wizards are always troubled about the future. J.r.r. Tolkien

But when the wizard is onstage as the main character, you have to adopt what I call the Jack Vance Rule. I call it this because Jack Vance is the first author successfully and adroitly to have applied this rule in his The Dying Earth. The Jack Vance Rule is: (1) The wizard has to be able to do something unusual, or else he is not a wizard, (2) he cannot do everything, or else there is no drama; therefore (3) the story teller has to communicate to the reader whatever the dividing line is that separates what the wizard can do from what he cannot do, so that the reader can have a reasonable expectation of knowing what the wizard can and cannot do. John C. Wright

The second the door closed after him Laire started jumping, a huge smile on her face and her body shaking in repressed excitement. “I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go. You don’t even like the Oracle. Let me.” Before the first words were out of Laire’s mouth, Fallon started to shake her head, and as soon as the green-haired woman took a breath, Fallon used it as her opportunity to say, “No way.”“ Please please please.”“ Let me rephrase. No way in hell.” Laire stopped jumping, a small pout coming to her lips. How she had been able to prevent an ankle fracture while jumping on those spikes, Larissa would never know. “Why not?”“ Because if they have an orgy going on, you’ll want to join. And if they don’t have an orgy going on, you’ll want to start one. I’ll take Aislynn with me. Danielle Monsch

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere! J.k. Rowling

What is magic? There is the wizard's explanation... wizards talk about candles, circles, planets, stars, bananas, chants, runes and the importance of having at least four good meals every day. Terry Pratchett

I don’t sell spells, and I don’t sell tricks. I don’t carry illusions or marked cards or weighted coins. I cannot sell you an endless purse or help you win the lottery. I can’t make that girl you’ve got your eye on fall in love with you, and I wouldn’t do it even if I could. I don’t have a psychic hotline to your dead relatives, I don’t know if you’re going to be successful in your career, and I don’t know when you’re going to get married. I can’t get you into Hogwarts or any other kind of magic school, and if you even mention those stupid sparkly vampires I will do something unpleasant to you. Benedict Jacka

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

Kylah grabbed a handful of grapes off the tray and started tossing them at Aerric. He tried to catch them in his mouth but was missing more than he was catching. “You totally suck at this, ” she said as she laughed. In a flash, Aerric pinned her beneath him. “But I’m fantastic at other things, ” he said as he pushed the robe off her shoulder. Brynn Myers

Don’t you get it Cat? You’re the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you. Amanda Bouchet

He’s barely finished himself inside me when my release hits. My thighs tense. The breath stalls in my lungs, and then I kick back my head and let out the loudest, throatiest, and most breathless moan in the history of all history, going boneless in a blissful rush. “ Gods, I missed you, ” Griffin rasps, holding me as I throb around him. The high-impact tremors fade into sweet, lingering aftershocks. I look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. My lips part, but no words come out. Even the drag of frosty air over my kiss-swollen lips is almost too sensual to bear. Griffin quirks a dark eyebrow, looking smug. “That was easy.” I grin, falling in love with him all over again. “Then do it again. . Amanda Bouchet

You're asking for trouble, woman." At the gruff tone of his voice, I raised my head and met his dark, chocolate-brown eyes, rimmed by long lashes that didn't take an ounce away from his masculinity. I wanted to drown in those eyes." I like trouble, remember? Suzanne Johnson

If honor were reserved only for those who never err, none of us would be worthy, " Rain answered. C.L. Wilson

I don't want you to go." She reached up to touch his face and pull him down to her. "I want this, Rain. I want you. C.L. Wilson

He sat beside her. "What sort of things did you dream of?"" Oh, what most young girls do, I imagine. Fey tales. True love." She gave a small, self-conscious laugh. "You. C.L. Wilson

When he caught his breath, he regarded her with glowing, half-closed eyes. "If I'm very, very good, shei'tani, will you do that again when we're alone? C.L. Wilson

His hand trailed down the side of her face, brushing back spiraling tendrils of hair. "Come, shei'tani, dance the skiles with your mate. C.L. Wilson

Oh, Ellie, you look beautiful. Like a Fey-tale princess. C.L. Wilson

She glanced down and gasped, and her arms slapped into place to cover all her most interesting bits. He grinned. The robe and gown were sheer and he had not spun undergarments. She scowled. "This is not what I would call being 'very, very good.'"" That is a matter of perspective, shei'tani. From where I'm standing, it looks very, very good indeed. C.L. Wilson

If I get in the water in this outfit, the cloth will turn completely transparent."" I know, and I'm looking forward to it more than you can imagine. C.L. Wilson

This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence. Suzanne Johnson

She shook her head. "I can't believe you got bit and you didn't even get an orgasm out of it. I guess True Blood isn't true after all. Suzanne Johnson

Since when do wizards wear robes?" I whispered. "That's falling into every human stereotype ever created." Jeezum. Next thing you knew, they'd be waving around magic wands." The First Elder thought they'd look more intimidating in robes than in business suits, " Alex whispered back. "They look like they're on their way to a costume party at Hogwarts. Suzanne Johnson

When I see you, Jolie, I see a woman who is far more than she realizes but who will someday grow into her powers. One who is much stronger than those who would trap her inside their cages or try to put her to harness. One with a bold intelligence, with whom I can laugh. One who surprises me." He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was so soft I had to strain to hear. "I see a woman who makes me feel alive again, like a man, and not like a wraith who has lived beyond his usefulness in a world that no longer needs him. Suzanne Johnson

Then I shall tell you the truthful answers to the questions you asked, about my own intentions and motivations. They are not so simple."... He cocked an eyebrow and his cobalt eyes took on a playful sparkle." If I were to avow that you are my immortal life's great passion, that I would give up immortality itself to be at your side and in your bed, you would not believe me, n'est-ce pas? Suzanne Johnson

I didn't dare put down the staff with Etienne popping in and out like a half-burned, bloodsucking whack-a-mole. Suzanne Johnson

He pulled out handcuffs and snapped them around my wrists. "Where's your bag? You didn't bring your staff?"" I have it. It's hidden." Charlie was currently tucked inside the leg of my Harry Potter pajama bottoms, which were beneath my jeans, but that fell under the category of TMI. Suzanne Johnson

We walked the length of Jackson Square, stopping to look at the work of a couple of artists who'd set up their sidewalk shops for the day." Look." Eugenie stopped in front of an acrylic painting of a mustached man with curly dark hair, hooded eyes, and a big hooked nose. He looked like he'd steal the hubcaps off your grandmother's Cadillac."It's Jean Lafitte, our most famous pirate, " the artist said. "He was quite a character." She had no idea. She also had badly missed the mark on his looks. His hair wasn't that curly, he'd been clean-shaven the whole time I'd known him, his nose was straight and in perfect proportion to the rest of his features, and he didn't have hooded black eyes. Still, he might find it entertaining. "How much?" I asked. . Suzanne Johnson

Alex leaned over and treated me to a Rhett Butler kiss, slow and deep but not too sweet. He once told Scarlett something to the effect of how badly she needed kissing, and by someone who knew what he was doing. Alex knew what he was doing. By the time he finished proving it, I was breathless. I rested my head on his shoulder, basking in his warmth and filling my lungs with his scent. "What was that for?"" That was to show you how glad I am that we got out of that mess in one piece and that we're here together." He extracted his arm from around my shoulders and sat back. "Now let's talk about your crazy stunt." Damn it, Rhett did that, too. He'd kiss Scarlett silly, then lecture her. Suzanne Johnson

He’s violent and unpredictable. He hit you once-hard. Oh, sure he saved your life later but it was in his beat interests. Plus, you have absolutely no common sense where he is concerned, and we won’t even mention the dead thing. Suzanne Johnson

DJ, are you awake? Freaking elf. “Go home, Rand.” I am home. Where are you? I frowned and burrowed my face into the soft down pillow. Which wasn’t my pillow. Holy crap. What had happened? I sat up and took in several observations at once, none of which made sense and all of which sent my heart rate jack-rabbiting hard enough to send my blood pressure into the ozone. First, I was lying beneath a heavy bedspread woven in a rich blue-and-cream print. The bed was an elaborate confection made to look like an antique half-tester, and a brass chandelier hung overhead. I recognized the Hotel Monteleone. I recognized Jean Lafitte’s bedroom in the posh Eudora Welty Suite in the Monteleone. I didn’t have a clue as to how I got here. Second, I wore only underwear. My clothes were thrown across a chair in the corner. I had no recollection of removing them. Third, the pillow next to mine still held the clear indentation of a head, and there was water running behind the closed bathroom door. What in God’s name had I done? Rand! Where are you? So help me, if that elf was behind this, I’d splay him open like a catfish and watch his guts fall on the floor. Then I’d batter and deep-fry him. God, Dru. Stop shrieking like an elven shrew. I think you got too cold and went into a survival state. Suzanne Johnson

Eugenie looked great, her short spiky auburn hair edged with conservative blond tips and her face wearing a minimum of makeup. Must be Mr. Natural’s influence. I gave her a hug and turned to meet Quince, who was sitting across from her. Okay, I could see the attraction. He had thick, honey-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail not unlike my own, and a green gemstone stud in one ear. He reached out a grasped my hand, shaking it firmly. “It’s great to meet you. Eugenie talks about you all the time.”“ She talks a lot about you too, Quince.” The man had no idea. He smiled and his blue-green eyes were almost enthralling. “Most people call me Rand, but Eugenie likes my real name better than my nickname.” After a half hour of small talk, I wasn’t sure I liked Quince Randolph. He was drop-dead gorgeous, no question about that. But there was something off about him I couldn’t quite pinpoint. He stared too hard when he talked to you, made my eye contact than a normal person. I tried to dig into his head a little but came up blank, which was weird, except I’d done a heavy grounding ritual this morning.“ You know, I just noticed something.” Eugenie had a funny look on her face. “You guys have the same hair and eye colo. I’d never realized it till I saw you sitting there across from each other.”“ Maybe we’re very distantly related.” Rand smiled.“ I doubt it, ” I said, frowning. “I don’t have much family. And if we were related, I’d be pissed off that you have better cheekbones. . Suzanne Johnson

Strong hands slipped over her shoulders as Alex joined us, standing so close, I could feel his body heat radiating up my back…. He squeezed my shoulders a little hard for it to be a show of solidarity. I’d probably have bruises. He was marking his territory. Suzanne Johnson

I talked to Zrakovi this afternoon, ” Alex said, giving me an undecipherable look. “He’s putting me back on sentinel duty for the next few weeks while you handle a special assignment.” Special assignment had an ominous ring to it. “What kind of special assignment? And why am I hearing it from you instead of Zrakovi?” Elder Z was my boss, not Alex, however Mr. Bossy liked to think otherwise.“ You’re going to be babysitting Jean Lafitte and making sure he doesn’t try to take revenge on anyone for what happened last month.” At my horrified, speechless gape, Alex gave me a grim smile and held his glass of port up in salute as my dessert congealed into a lump in my stomach. “Good luck with that, Jolie. Suzanne Johnson

A weathered black and silver Dodge pickup towing a small motorboat pulled up behind us, and Alex circled back to greet the driver. I couldn’t see who sat behind the crusted and dirty windshield, but Alex stood at the driver’s window and pointed down the block where the boulevard disappeared into floodwater. The truck pulled ahead, maneuvered a deft U-turn, and backed toward the water. Alex motioned for me to follow. By the time I lurched my way to the truck, he and the pickup driver were sliding the boat down the trailer ramp. Sweat trickled down my neck, and if I hadn’t been afraid of being poisoned by toxic sludge, I’d have made like a pig and wallowed in the mud to cool off. I kicked at a fire hydrant, trying to jolt some of the heaviest sludge off my boots, and heard a soft laugh behind me. With a final kick that sent a spray of brown gunk flying, I turned to see what was so funny. I needed a laugh. A man leaned against the side of the pickup with his arms crossed. He was a few inches shorter than Alex, maybe just shy of six feet, with sun-streaked blond hair that reached his collar and a sleeveless blue T-shirt and khaki shorts. His tanned legs between the bottom of the shorts and the top of sturdy black shrimp boots were scored with scars, bad ones, as if whatever made them meant to do serious damage. He’d been grinning when I turned around, flashing a heart-stopping set of dimples, but when he saw my eyes linger on his legs, the grin eased into something more wary. . Suzanne Johnson