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1 " You butchered another warlord’s escort?” Lyre repeated incredulously. “I also maimed the warlord.” He frowned. “Or maybe I killed him too. It got kind of messy at the end.” “You …” Lyre cleared his throat. “This isn’t … concerning for you? Won’t there be consequences?” “Obviously.” Ash gestured in the direction of the searching soldiers. “But Samael won’t kill me. He’ll just send me back to the bastille again.” “You’re awfully casual about impending torture. "
― Annette Marie , The Night Realm (Spell Weaver, #1)
2 " She exhaled shakily and touched her lips— the lips he had almost, almost kissed. And she reluctantly admitted that her relief wasn’t nearly as strong as her disappointment. "
3 " So how do you see magic then?”“With my asper, I can see everything about a spell all at once. It’s like looking at a building and seeing through the walls to the beams and supports and wiring and pipes, the rooms and stairwells and attic and— and just everything. Nymphs can see all the parts of a spell, how they fit together, how they interact. I don’t always understand exactly how it works or all the constructs that comprise it, but I can see all its pieces. "
4 " Bastian and I have an additional ability,” she told him. “It’s called mimicking. Basically, whatever spells we see with our asper, we can instinctively duplicate.”“You can replicate any spell you see?”“Yup. "
5 " Clenching her hands until her fingernails dug into her palms, she broke into a run, fleeing the corridor, desperate to escape the building. To escape this place. To escape this world. "
6 " Lyre didn’t feel like an enemy. And that was even more dangerous. "