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

by H.G. Parry

“All legislation can be abused; that’s what courts are designed to prevent.

Wishing for freedom felt like wishing for childhood to return.

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

Neither of them could leave an unattended bookshelf alone for long.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?’”

To move completely freely, answering to no one, was so great a joy in those moments that she didn’t care if the overseer came in and saw her. That was worth more than sleep; at her most joyful, she felt it would be worth dying.

Having more to lose makes you brave.”

Symbols had power only as long as people gave it to them.

Fear was a vein of ice at his core, and it never melted.

Fear was as strong as spellbinding.

“it taught them to fear our victims rather than pity them.”

That’s what all laws should do. Impose the restrictions that, if human beings were always moral and rational, they would impose upon themselves.”

He only wished, as he so often did lately, that the right thing to do and the wrong thing to do were always clear and uncomplicated,

she was tired of being afraid. She had been afraid for so long.

He said I only call myself a patriot to insult patriotism.”

Support for free magic had never been so strong.