Wicked As You Wish (A Hundred Names for Magic, #1)

by Rin Chupeco

First, do no harm; King thou may be, thy divine right to magic is no cause to be as wicked as you wish. —“The Maidenkeep Cycle,” The Matter of Avalon

The frog wasn’t Tala’s fault this time.

This time? Wait this happened before???

Turning people into frogs, though? That’s a completely different skill set.

At least you not killing someone with magic

It must be a strange kind of relief, Tala thought, to find someone you couldn’t accidentally damage for the first time in your life.

my heart desire

We have always been led to believe that Americans are the good guys. That they know what’s best for the world, that they’re democracy and freedom ringing and good old apple pie.”

Her father spread his hands. “We’ll stay on the other end of the bonfire if you’d like. We oughta settle some house rules, though. No booze. No smoking. No boys within touching distance. Or girls, if’n they have the same intentions. I’m an open-minded bloke, s’long as they stay away.” “Dad!”

Tala’s dad is great hahaha

“I like your skirt, though.” The girl brightened. “Thanks, it has pockets!

“Weston-Clifford Beaujour Grethari Bannock Iognaidh-Under-Waves Brighteye Eddings VI. But you can call me Weston-Clifford Beaujour Greth—” “Yeah no, we’re just calling you West, West. And just because it’s named after a person doesn’t mean it’s made of a person.”

So he is a oc? XD

Anything else before we start?” “No, Mother,” Loki said, with a faint smile. “I need to pee,” West said. “I’m not kidding,” Ken said, still studying the paper. “That mermaid’s really going to town on that unicorn.” “I meant anything important,” Zoe growled.

In shifting ice a prince you’ll kiss, and the first shall be forgiven; The sword rises twice from palace stone, and the second shall be forgiven; Pledge your love to the blackest flag, and the third shall be forgiven; And then, my dear—and only then, Shall you lift that which was forbidden.

“A traitor, a traitor, a traitor. Traitors three. The wolves know, oh how the wolves know, of the traitor, the traitor, and the traitor in your midst. The brave little tailor may lose a leg for you, and the fenking’s daughter may take up arms for you, and the mermaid shall lose her voice. Traitors; one for glory and one for dominion and one for love, and only then will you know of the traitor in your midst.”

“You fear the lilacs in their hair, the softness of their smile, the tips of their feet. You will save them from death, I can see, once from frogs and once from fire and once from winter. And they will save you thrice more, once from poison and once from sword and once from madness.”

“That’s it,” Ken said. “I definitely want my own firebird.”

“The pretense was necessary. I nursed it back to health, my dear boy. It will not harm me.” The woman smiled and stroked the firebird’s head gently with the other hand. It purred, pleased.

I knew we couldn’t trust ya, you little shit