A Declaration of the Rights of Magicians (The Shadow Histories, #1)

by H.G. Parry

She couldn’t remember her old name, or her brother’s. Wishing for freedom felt like wishing for childhood to return.

It had been comforting in a way; in another, like everything else, it had twisted his stomach with guilt at time misused.

“If it ever should,” Pitt said firmly, “it’s impossible that it should shake the sentiments of affection and friendship which I bear toward you. They are sentiments engraved on my heart and will never be effaced or weakened.”

He wondered briefly why it was so often more difficult to sound sincere when you truly were.

don’t know what I want. I don’t know anything; that was really what I realized all those weeks ago, and what I’m still realizing, every time I have the delusion that I have any answers whatsoever. I don’t even have the questions, most of the time. There are flashes of light, that’s all, and I’m trying to relearn everything I thought I knew by them. It’s hard.”