" A strike of purple magic blinks up my torso, and I roll my eyes at it. You mind your own damn business, magic, and just so we’re clear, hoarding is not an attractive trait. Violet magic sparks up on my arm and moves across the back of my hand and blinks out at the tip of my middle finger. I stare at my hand, open-mouthed, not sure if I should laugh or be offended by the fact that I’m pretty sure my magic just told me to fuck off. I laugh. Cheeky fucking magic! "

― Ivy Asher , The Marked and the Broken (The Lost Sentinel, #3)