Sorcery and Small Magics (The Wildersongs Trilogy, #1)

by Maiga Doocy

There is a particular thrill to exploring someone else’s home for the first time. It’s like peeling a curtain back from all your notions about who that person is, and instead seeing them as both who they are and who they want to be.

“The quickest solutions are rarely the best,”

If you ask me, the flower is the more terrifying of the two. At least with monsters, you know what you’re getting.

“Mysterious people don’t list off the traits that make them mysterious.”

“Failing to save someone is not the same thing as killing them.”

I might have loved him for that, I thought, if I hadn’t already loved him anyway. I did my best to tuck this thought away where it was safe from all the rest. This scrap of affection was mine.

“It’s harder for someone to feel justified in killing you if you offer them a gift first.”

“I hope someday to meet a version of Leovander Loveage who doesn’t believe everyone else’s well-being is dependent on what he denies himself. Come back to me, when that’s the case, and we will craft magic to make the world weep with delight.”

If it’s harm that you’re looking to avoid, you might consider that more people could suffer for your absence than some supposed bit of negligence you’ve yet to commit.”

Oh, how I loved him. So much so that it was like a living thing, growing through every crack in me. Too hardy to kill.

“You have a rebel heart, Leovander Loveage. You will never be anyone but yourself.”