The magic crept up through her shoes and into her legs, warming her body as it went.
It was not just his magic, but his soul that flowed into her.
They were still surrounded by the magic plain bathed in moonlight and spangled with stars.
On everything--far and near--lay the magic crystal glitter seen only at that time of autumn.
The same part of her that recoiled at draining dead men's magic also understood one truth: she was no match for her father, if he decided to bury her with them.
For the first time in her life, she felt her magic was a gift and not a curse.
If not for her unusual power, and his cold magic, she would've considered him crazy.
I didn't send their souls to the immortal realm, because I'd hoped you'd be standing here one day, able to drain the magic from them.
The magic took hold of her, and she danced away from his strikes as if they were in slow motion.
She willed the magic to hit its target.
At least, he was finding it harder to resist her strange magic every time they met.
The wave of magic had short-circuited his Guardian powers and dropped him on the other side of Ireland.
The air between them shimmered with his body heat and her magic, and he didn't flinch away like normal people did.
She didn't know what he was, only that the ebb and flow of magic and energy between them felt … natural.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
Your magic gifts have blossomed, and they've attracted the attention of others with magic gifts.
It wasn't like the Magician's magic, which somehow fused with his, as if they were one person sharing one source of power.
Her grip on his hand tightened, while she loosened her grip on the foreign magic in her body.
Jule's eyes glinted with the magic in his body, and the air around him shimmered in a different power than that of her father.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
He snatched her throat, and she closed her eyes, pulling his magic into her and using it to fling him away.
"Where is that Magic Belt?" enquired the Wizard, who had listened with great interest.
The magic faded, and she tried to pull away.
She leaned into him, needing more of his magic and his touch.
Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.
Good. Pull the magic into you.
It was as if small objects had been buried in the ground, and their weak magic was muffled.
Even her father's magic was gone when she expelled it. … you seem to think a Guardian of humanity is your enemy, Darian had said.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
Sofi dropped her hand, and the vamp remained still, as if letting her magic settle.
At his words, a rush of cold magic filled her.
Ozma sprinkled me with a magic powder, and I just had to live.
In the chariot rode Ozma and Dorothy, the former in splendid raiment and wearing her royal coronet, while the little Kansas girl wore around her waist the Magic Belt she had once captured from the Nome King.
Yully opened her eyes and released the magic she'd pulled in.
Dusk had fallen while she tested the magic and her ability to control it.
Worse, she was losing her grip on the magic within her.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her green eyes showing her torment and her magic like a halo around her.
She ached for him, and the magic thrummed around her, echoing her loneliness.
As she stepped away from the magic of the Henge, sorrow for those women who came before her pulled her from the powerful high.
She stepped away from the monument amplifying her magic and followed her father.
Yully grew more anxious the nearer they got; her father was right about the magic feeling stronger.
She froze, the warmth of the magic leaving her as fear replaced it.