Magic at the Gate Quotes

“Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“I think you’re possessed.”

“Old news.”

“Huh. Anyone I know?”

“My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who’s a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney’s a ferocious gargoyle.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“I wouldn’t want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out of your clothes? I’m an expert in platonic undressings.” He gave me that wicked smile. “Give it a rest. I’m not going to strip naked in front of you, and I’d rather pee in private.” “Half the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower.” “Shame. Get out of my bathroom.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“But it is clear to me that our survival—both yours and mine—will be dictated by how well you and I can work together.”

“So we’re screwed?”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Stone growled and stepped toward Dad, fangs bared. That’s a good gargoyle. Take a bite out of Daddy for me.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“I’m okay. I’ve finally made a few new friends.”

“I know,” she sighed. “It makes me miss you more,...”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“And you thought that rock was just ugly,” Shame said. “It’s ugly and powerful.”

“No wonder you like it so much. Birds of a feather . . . ” Terric mumbled”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“If this was what Mikhail called opening the gate close to Zayvion’s body, I was going to kill a compass and a slide rule and send them through the gates of death to him.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“The Focal must hold magic, light and dark, together long enough for it to mend.”

“How long does it take to mend?”

“No one’s survived long enough for us to know.”

I could see why people weren’t rushing to volunteer.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“My dad told me he knew where to find Zay. Which meant I had to cooperate with him.

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"Do you see what we have accomplished together? The healing of souls with the magic you carry. We have healed souls in death. With light and dark magic."

“We? No, you stuck your hands in my chest and stole my magic and threw it at them. If you try that again, you won’t have hands. Where’s Zayvion?”

Okay, maybe I was a little rusty on the whole cooperation thing.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“He made it sound like he was teaching me the ABC’s and knew there was no way I’d ever make it to Q.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Shame scowled. “How about I just make you angry again? That coat makes you look fat.”

“Even more reason to take the stairs.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Let’s use our heads,” he said, giving Shame a hard look.

Shame just grinned. “That’s my favorite thing to use.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“What’s the matter, suddenly develop a fashion sense?”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“The last void stone I’d worn was a beautiful black stone caught in vines of copper and silver. It looked like a necklace, a piece of art, really. This thing was spud-ugly.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“That’s crazy-rare.”

“And now it’s extinct.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“The watercolor people hadn’t moved, hadn’t seen us, were still busy being dead and artistic. Good.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“If you need us, for anything, never forget we are here for you. All of us. You have done amazing things to make this world a better place.”

That was really sweet. And sincere. And if I didn’t look away from his kind expression, I was just going to cry like a little girl.

“Wait until you see my encore,” I said.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Gotta say you Portland people take weird to a new level.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Oh, I was so not a wilting flower. I’d let a man pick me up and carry me because I couldn’t handle the price of using magic when I was dead. Again.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Right. Conversation. I might want to try some of that.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“Still, I held my right hand ready to cast a spell in case arts-and-craft hour suddenly ended and they went back to Killing 101.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate

“If you are to survive, you need to put your stubbornness aside and listen to me.”

“Oh, I just love that idea.”
― Devon Monk, Magic at the Gate