Jule's magic was stronger this day.
She hadn't been able to get through to anyone else and wondered if there was some magic trick he'd done to reach her.
I don't need magic powers to see that.
Her healing magic zapped him hard enough almost to right his head.
The magic crept up through her shoes and into her legs, warming her body as it went.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
The magic took hold of her, and she danced away from his strikes as if they were in slow motion.
With magic or without, he'd won every brawl he'd ever been in, and he definitely wasn't afraid to fight a girl.
"I believe we will soon follow her," announced the Wizard, in a tone of great relief; "for I know something about the magic of the fairyland that is called the Land of Oz.
On everything--far and near--lay the magic crystal glitter seen only at that time of autumn.
You're like a vase and the magic is the water.
Instead, the sense of a shared soul and magic returned.
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it.
Bianca's cool magic ran through his body, repairing all but his exhaustion.
It was not just his magic, but his soul that flowed into her.
I want you to sense my magic without touch.
But sometimes it was like lightning in a bottle, and magic happened.
The air between them shimmered with his body heat and her magic, and he didn't flinch away like normal people did.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
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.
They were still surrounded by the magic plain bathed in moonlight and spangled with stars.
If not for her unusual power, and his cold magic, she would've considered him crazy.
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.
At least, he was finding it harder to resist her strange magic every time they met.
The sky began to dim, and she played with the magic, adrenaline speeding the power's flow through her.
It mingled with the magic of the monument, and she threw it upward, towards the sky.
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.
That's it, exactly; by means of the Magic Belt.
She willed the magic to hit its target.
She didn't know what he was, only that the ebb and flow of magic and energy between them felt … natural.
His touch turned electric, and his magic skimmed her blood.
Instead, she'd touched his soul, and it'd laughed and turned her magic away.
Identifying his magic, she avoided it and began to draw from the others.
The magic made her head spin, but she focused on the two most powerful sources: Damian and Jonny.
Your magic gifts have blossomed, and they've attracted the attention of others with magic gifts.
The cold night didn't affect Jule this time; he used his magic to keep himself warm.
For the first time in her life, she felt her magic was a gift and not a curse.
Dusk had fallen while she tested the magic and her ability to control it.
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.
Yully opened her eyes and released the magic she'd pulled in.
By using the Magic Belt.
Ozma sprinkled me with a magic powder, and I just had to live.
Enchantress, say, to my forsaken lyre What magic power is this recalls me still?
A blast of cold tore through him as she directed her magic into him.
The magic faded, and she tried to pull away.
Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.
Good. Pull the magic into you.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her green eyes showing her torment and her magic like a halo around her.
At his words, a rush of cold magic filled her.
She ached for him, and the magic thrummed around her, echoing her loneliness.
Laughter rose within her, and the magic laughed with her.
The magic is at its strongest between dusk and midnight.
As she stepped away from the magic of the Henge, sorrow for those women who came before her pulled her from the powerful high.
Worse, she was losing her grip on the magic within her.
She leaned into him, needing more of his magic and his touch.
It was as if small objects had been buried in the ground, and their weak magic was muffled.
She froze, the warmth of the magic leaving her as fear replaced it.
She panicked, and the magic released her.