Fire Mage Quotes

“The Captain wouldn’t know donkeys from trained baboons. How can a sailor know of good breeding?” She narrowed her eyes and studied them again as if discovering something new this time. “But, then again, their posture is exceptional. They stare at me as if I were beneath them. But they’re filthy and smell like pigs. They need cleaning up, that’s for certain. A hot bath and scrubbed several times. Fresh clothes and clean hair… perhaps they might shape up into something presentable. You there.” She pointed at Rikar. “You look greatly displeased. Where are you from? Tell me your story.” Rikar raised his haughty eyes to the woman. “Who rules this place? We’re no slaves.“ The soldier cuffed Rikar. “Answer the lady!”  “None of that violence is needed. Get out of here, I can handle them. Go on, now.” She shooed the soldier away and turned back to Rikar as if measuring his worth. “A young prince? The lot of you from royalty… I can see it in your eyes. The arrogance and the irritation. No slave would ever dare hold such feelings. What are you doing here in”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“crack of lightning and the explosion of thunder struck the guardhouse, igniting a blaze that sent soldiers scurrying down. More bolts sizzled ahead on the wall, sending up clouds of smoke and rock dust.  When the dust had cleared, Talis could see a chunk of wall at the top had been blasted away. Quickening their pace, they soon reached the damaged section. The air smelled like smoke from a hot fire and sparks from a grinding wheel. But to his relief, he”
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“inched his way down. Soon he too was swinging at the bottom of the rope, clumsily, twisting and banging against the wall. He let go and Talis heard a heavy thud as he smacked onto the ground. Talis and Rikar didn’t have any trouble getting down to the ledge. Nikulo had his back pressed hard against the wall, as if afraid of falling off the ledge.  The storm settled”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“illuminated the canopy trees in a blaze of blinding”
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“Talis was thirteen now and though he’d asked many times had been spurned by every hunting trip his father’s men had pursued. How was he supposed to impress his father if he was spurned at every hunt? Talis”
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“spilling from his eyes. Cassis screamed, panting, and flapped her fingers wildly, like she was trying to cool down. Her face glowed red like molten embers.  “Water…water,” she gasped, and glanced around. The scintillating luminescence of fire raged inside her body. Talis shielded his eyes from the intensity of light pouring from her body. Another sorcerer flew to them, as if drawn by the attack, and scowled at Talis. Cassis lifted her hands at the sorcerer, as if in a grave struggle against the hand of death itself. The sorcerer curled his fingers, aiming at him, and prepared to strike.  “No, Cassis, stop!”  Rikar ran in a hobble towards her, and in a brief glance at his face, Talis could see love and fury and a terrific sadness. Despite the shouts of warning, Cassis released an enormous fireball at the enemy, vaporizing him in an instant. But she couldn’t contain the power. It burned too strong inside. The light rose to a frenzied brilliance as many apprentices around her started running away.  Her neck dropped. Her flaming, brilliant body exploded in a powerful wave, burning chunks of fire and flesh searing everywhere around her. Those fleeing nearby were cut down by the blast. Some were knocked against the stone walls. Some were blasted over the edge and plummeted helplessly to the ground far below. The ones refusing to leave her side were incinerated where they stood. Talis felt his stomach twist and flip around, and he vomited, coughing, choking on his own bile.  Gasping for air, for life, he tried to expel the image from his mind. A primal fear burrowed its way inside. What had just happened? Was this the terror of magic? He still felt the fire burning inside his body. Why would he risk his life and the lives of his friends? The power roared so strong. Could he ever learn to contain it? Or would he find a fate like that of Cassis? Rikar balled up his fists and pounded the ground, sobbing. Nikulo came over and tried to comfort him, but Rikar just pulled away and curled up. A lightning bolt shattered a nearby tower, jolting them to attention.”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“I feel it, he thought, the fire in the sword. He growled with power, his eyes feasting on the blade.”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“There's an old saying, 'As the bearer wields, so he holds his life in his hands.”
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“voice, and continued, “Oh, little mice? What do you want? A bit of cheese, a bit of bread, how about a bit of red from your bloody head?”
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“life.”
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“finish the deed, grind all matter to dust, from the remains, the seed springs to”
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“there were four winds racing from the four corners of the world, four spirits and four demons, consuming all life in their path. Grant access to your dominion, yet hold your devouring fire till old age.”
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“That’s crazy!” “We’ve been out here all day and we’ve got nothing to show for it. We’ve already successfully hunted other game. It’s time for us to step things up. Are we doing this?” “I agreed to sneak out here without the rangers, but I’m worried, Mara. You know how insistent your mother was about”
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“Finding nothing all day, he scanned the muddy ground for tracks, kicking away needles and sticks. Off to the side, he spotted an indentation in the wet leaves. He strode over and bent down, flipping his hair away from his eyes for a better look. His mouth went dry at the sight of fresh tracks. It was a boar. He raised his head and studied a stream blanketed with a soft mist and squinted at a path illuminated by the four moon sisters. This was dangerous. ”
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“The soldiers’boots clapped against the cobblestone streets as they marched past the arena, finally winding up and around until they reached the gates of the upper city. Up the snaking rise, they charged past merchant shops and eyes that gawked at the soldiers carrying Mara. They continued on to the highest part of the city, beneath the Temple of the Goddess Nestria, the Goddess of the Sky. To Mara’s house, the House of Viceroy Lei and Lady Malvia, daughter of the king and second in line to the throne.”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“Talis searched the swamplands for prey, feeling like this hunt was a terrible idea. He wiped his brow and sighed. Visibility was poor because of the thick mist that choked”
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“you find something?” asked Mara. She wore sage-green hunting pants and a ridiculously frilly white lace top. Why she wore such an outfit, he had no idea. She had her own unique sense of fashion, to say the least. Not that he minded it at all. It was part of many reasons why he liked her.  As she approached him,”
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“Gods, please let her be ok! He ran over and bent down next to her. Mara winced, her eyes vacant and bloodshot, but she was still conscious. She tried to lift herself up but he stopped her. ”
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“At Mara’s questioning look he nocked an arrow and nodded. She turned back to face the boar, her eyes intense and focused. This would be a tricky shot. He leaned back and felt the tension strain his arms as he pulled the string. He aimed and released, exhaling a long breath. The arrow sped straight at the boar. It was a good shot, but the arrow caught a thicket's branch and droned off past the creature. Damned! How could he miss?”
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“Nikulo.” “Rikar? Lady Cheska’s son? The cruel one?”
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“fall. “Attack the witch—”
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“pheasant, boy. Your brother hunted big game when he was twelve.” He clenched his jaw, still feeling humiliated at the words. Why”
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“Did you find something?” asked Mara. She wore sage-green hunting pants and a ridiculously frilly white lace top. Why she wore such an outfit, he had no idea. She had her own unique sense of fashion, to say the least. Not that he minded it at all. It was part of many reasons why he liked her.  As she approached him, she lowered her big brown eyes in keen interest and studied at the tracks. She chewed a cinnamon stick and grinned.”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“As the boar’s tusk bore down, Talis leapt out of the way just in time. He thrust his spear down at the beast, piercing the back of its neck. The creature squealed in pain. Mara lunged at the boar and stabbed its side. It shrieked, swung its tusks around and rammed into her. She spun through the air and slammed onto the ground. A sickening feeling twisted in his stomach. What had they done?  “Mara!” he shouted and reached out for her, as if he could do anything from this range. Fury raged in his chest and he stabbed and prodded the boar, trying to keep it away from her, until thankfully the creature gave up and bounded away, howling and grunting in a mad rush. Gods, please let her be ok! He ran over and bent down next to her. Mara winced, her eyes vacant and bloodshot, but she was still conscious. She tried to lift herself up but he stopped her.  “Wait, don’t get up. Rest a moment.” He tried to discover where the tusk had struck her. “Where does it hurt? Wait, don’t close your eyes! Look at me, are you all right?” She coughed and inhaled a huge gulp of air and coughed again, a redness sweeping over her face. “It knocked my breath out… There are stars everywhere!” She started to laugh but crimped up in pain. After ten heartbeats she began to breathe normally. “We’ve got to go home before it gets dark,” Mara whispered, her face urgent now. “Can you help me?” “Are you sure you’re ok to walk?” “I have to try.” Talis helped her up, but she grit her teeth in pain at the pressure of standing. Why hadn’t he stopped her? It was insane for them to go after the boar. No time to think about that now. He had to focus and get Mara home to a healer. But how? She”
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“slammed into the boar's chest.  Why”
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“die so young and by such cruel hands? “I know you’re afraid.” Mara placed her hand on his shoulder. “But we’re a team, aren’t we? And I mean it, I’ll hunt this boar alone if I have to. But I’m asking for your help.” A blur of movement ahead caused”
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“She wobbled, then covered her stomach as if she wanted to vomit. Talis held her just as she was about to topple to her knees. A shiver went through her as she tried to steady herself. She winced, wiping a hand across her mouth. He noticed a line of blood on her wrist and felt a chill rush through him.”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage

“The wind stung from a sudden cold gust and Talis sighed, wishing she hadn’t brought up the subject of his older brother’s death. Talis cursed fate, cursed his family’s bad luck, and memories flooded his mind of his older brother Xhan. His arrogant eyes and proud demeanor. But he was kind, also. And a wonderful brother. Why did the gods allow him to die so young at such cruel hands in the desert?”
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“for tracks, kicking away needles and sticks. Off to the side, he spotted an indentation in the wet leaves. He strode over and bent down, flipping his hair away from his eyes for a better look. A thrill raced through him at the sight of fresh tracks. It was a big boar. He raised his head and studied a stream blanketed with a”
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“Can I start?”
― John Forrester, Fire Mage