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Title: A Darker Shade of Magic Authors: V. E. Schwab Category:supplementals Number of Highlights: 19 Date: 2025-06-18 Last Highlighted: **
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Rhy laughed silently. âI apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.â âI apologize for shooting you in the leg,â said Lila. âI was myself entirely.â
Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.â
Tags:favorite,motivation,perspective,stoic,war
âPurity without balance is its own corruption.
Priste ir Essen. Essen ir Priste. âPower in Balance. Balance in Power.â
But the thing about magic,â added Kell, âis that it preys on the strong-minded and the weak-willed, and one of the worlds couldnât stop itself. The people fed on the magic and the magic fed on them until it ate their bodies and their minds and then their souls.â
Tags:magic,temperance
Despite the cityâs soot and dirt, its clutter and its poor, it had something Red London lacked: a resistance to change. An appreciation for the enduring, and the effort it took to make something so.
âIâm not going to die,â she said. âNot till Iâve seen it.â âSeen what?â Her smile widened. âEverything.â
âWhat are you?â he asked, amazed. Lila only shrugged. âStubborn.â
âIâd rather die on an adventure than live standing still.â
Such is the quandary when it comes to magic, that it is not an issue of strength but of balance. For too little power, and we become weak. Too much, and we become something else entirely.
âHesitation is the death of advantage,â
âThe earth beneath your feet does not care you will be king. Nor the water in your cup. Nor the air you breathe. You must speak to them as equal, or even better, as supplicant.â
Kell wore a very peculiar coat. It had neither one side, which would be conventional, nor two, which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of course, impossible.
Tags:magic
But the thing about people, Kell had discovered, is that they didnât really want to know. They thought they did, but knowing only made them miserable.
âSome people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive. Simple as that.â
Tags:perspective
The magic here was bitter and mean, and it bled the worldâs life and warmth and color, leaching it out of everything and leaving only the pale and bloated corpse behind.
Kell was a year older than Rhy but built like an afternoon shadow, tall and slim, while Rhy was built like a statue, and nearly as strong.
The prince ended nearly every sentence with a period. Even the questions. Rhy was the same way, and Kell thought it must simply be a by-product of never being told no.
Heâd learned long ago never to walk into a world exactly where you wanted to be. If trouble were waiting, youâd land right on top of it.