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Always an even trade, Sorceress. Save our skins, we'll save yours.
I am the witch of my mystical world.
Truth, that fair goddess who comes always with healing in her wings.
We don't need anyone to teach us sorcery, because there is really nothing to learn. What we need is a teacher to convince us that there is incalculable power at our fingertips. What a strange paradox!
Don't you mean, witch?
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
With this contradictory parentage of mine: solid English earth and French water goddess, one could expect anything from me. An enchantress or an ordinary girl. There are some who will say I am both.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
Blonde Queenie, the most beautiful girl ever to don witches' robes, is standing in a silk slip, supervising the mending of a dress on a dressmaker's dummy. Jacob is thunderstruck.
Faith, Princess," the Prism Cat repeated. "It is a highly underrated weapon against the dark things in this world.
How shallow the words are, really - She is a witch. One might as well say, She is a mother, thinks Iris; that about covers the same terrain, doesn't it?
I want a magician with a cloak and wand, or a knight with a sword, someone fearless.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
fairy changeling lay the mage;
Fiery goddess in search of the perfect god. Soar with me through clouds, frolic under the stars, hand me the moon for my own. Mortals need not reply.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
Chivalry!
why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection
the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant
Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords!
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.
Red Queen. The lightning girl. She lives. Rise, Red as dawn. Rise. Rise. Rise.
The Goddess is Alive. Magic is afoot.
Sophronia was minding her own business and running late to luncheon, as was her custom. She'd let to learn the advantage of punctuality. As she told Sister Mattie the third time she was late to household potions and poisons, nothing interesting happened until after an event commenced.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
What power that girl wielded, though there was nothing striking or unusual about her - unless one considered her long braid and her common sense!
Do you seek the key to Incarceron?
Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there.
- The mirror of dreams to Sapphique
And so I am become a knight of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows
From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.
She is a figure of legend and fairy tale, one to be taken seriously, or she might knock you off your feet with a quick whirl of the staff she carries everywhere.
Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
And you're Emma Frost -- The Hellfire Club's White Queen. I understand you call yourself something of a telepath. Well, "Your Majesty," let's see how good you really are.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest - and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. she reminds us of what we used to be.
She reminds us of what we could be.
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
It must be taken as given that a man who happens to be the world's most powerful, most terrible, most deadly sorceror, must have a woman at his side. But it does not follow, my children, that a woman of similar proportions requires a man at hers.
Lo! I am Beauty's constant thrall, Must ever on her voice await, And follow through the maze of Fate Her luring, strange and mystical.
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
My passion,
My queen of fire and dread;
Divine amalgamation
Of swedes and cooper-thread,
Unstitch your irritation
And kiss me when I'm dead.
Draiocht.
It's the Gaelic word for magic That is what you are, Ella Mae. You are Other. You are magical.
What's more powerful than a priestess?" I didn't really want to know, did I?
"A bokor."
The name rang a few tiny bells inside my head, but not enough to put it together on my own. "Explain."
"In a nutshell, they're the equivalent of a sorceress, and they deal primarily with the dead.
Her magic can both inspire and tame pandemonium. How she finds beauty in the morbid and bizarre. It
My name. I have a name, and it's not Red Dragon. I am more than just the priestess's dragon. I am
Eilrah, a man who wants you," he growled against her lips.
"But you aren't a man. You only take this form when you feel like it," she replied coolly, turning
her face aside.
It's a whole other kind of sorcery - pulling the pieces of a shattered heart back together, and it's one I know nothing about.
A femme fatale and a warrior princess.
She ate the stars and swallowed the earth,
She is the girl with all the power.
Heroine: girl who is perfectly charming to live with, in a book.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
Sweet Goddess, born of a blinding light and a changing wind, don't be modest - you know who you are and where you've been.
Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.
Mistress of love or of hate, occult science can dispense paradise or hell at its pleasure to human hearts; it disposes of all forms and confers beauty or ugliness; with the wand of Circe it changes men into brutes and animals alternately into men.
Veiled melancholy has her sovereign shrine
Light, show yourself pure and strong,
Save a man from evil's throng,
Take a form, small and white,
Give this girl the strength to fight.
Maid
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus.
Seated atop the creature was a mermaid. She carried a crossbow. A sword hung from her hip. Her coppery hair, cut short, was angled over her forehead and cheekbones. Her green eyes blazed with fury.
'Go, Sera!' Becca shouted. 'Take back your throne!
And now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful attributes, and commonly known by the impersonal but, to my mind, rather awesome title of She.
I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic
Soul Sister
Evoking all my inner goodness
with bastions of time
I cradle your heart
sisterly into mine ...
Full of magick and desire ... Lydia Dare casts a spell on her readers! - Susan at Love Romance Passion
Stoke thy fires, thou Dragon-hearted daughter of flame, Rend the storm with thy mighty wings unfurled, Graciously salute the dawn.
the cloak of Sorrow: O
High Magic's Aid)
Girl of Emerald, no man can tame. Burn down the world, consumed by flames.
You must be a poet,
a lady of evil luck
desiring to be what you are not,
longing to be
what you can only visit.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But where her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock. And
An Ambitious woman shewes her selfe to bee a troublesome disturber of the world, powerfull to make smale things great, and great monstrous
O wild, dark flower of woman, Deep rose of my desire, An Eastern wizard made you Of earth and stars and fire.
When a woman embraces her inner witch, she finds new strength. She is overtaken by true serenity. She creates order where there was none before. Her eyes have now been opened.
Never was living beauty so enchanting as a dying Saviour.
The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leathery wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window.
It's not the Mistletoe Knight that these knights are coming for. It's the girl. Lady Jaclyn." "The girl?" Blaise echoed. "She is rumored to be the fairest in the land. Most of these men have come in hopes of winning the land, not for the castle, but for the woman.
Those who treat with Norilendra Queen must be accomplished serpent handlers.
Sorcery's impressive enough, but it's their fucking attitude that makes them such a pain.
His unashamed, avenging queen.
Her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.
This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
The vain woman spent fortunes seeking out astrologers, sorcerers, and magicians who would concoct spells and potions to preserve her beauty and help her remain looking young--but envy is hard to cover.
She walks
the lady of my delight
A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.
Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
My son, beware of a plain damsel who charmeth thee, for she needeth much wile, and useth diverse weapons.
Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.
Tisiphone: the avenger (voice of revenge)
"Women guardians of the natural order"
Think of the morning dream with ghosts
Why draw the widow's card and wear the gorgeous
Queen of Swords crown
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
Kiril. His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.
Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her
or himself
the pleasure that awaited.
In innocence, she'll light the fire
And set ablaze the fun'ral pyre
And one shall rise and one shall fall,
By hand of she who'll lead them all.
Marked twice by beast in time of rage,
And born again as the Wolfsmage.
A house of magic be undone
By she who can remake the sun.
And they told me to keep watch over a 'lady.'"
I couldn't help but smirk. A lady.
I lunged and defeated her guard.
I was a war mage.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
She is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
I huffed my way across the room to stand before the sexy mage. "Come on, let's get this over with." Jacob snorted.
"That's what all the girls say to Louis."
Eve, Jaymin (2015-01-29). Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 (p. 346). . Kindle Edition.
Jesus, deliver me from the spirit of witchcraft!
Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower.Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn.
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
She comes by night, in fearsome flight, in garments black as pitch, the queen of doom upon her broom, the wild and wicked witch.