The Master Magician Quotes

“When one believes in oneself, even the extraordinary is possible.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Decide where you want your life to go before you set it rolling.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“nothing like jam and cold bread to make a man appreciate a woman.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“You are the kind of woman who makes me believe in God, Ceony,” he murmured. “I don’t know how else it could be possible to find you. For heaven’s sake, you even delivered yourself to my front door.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Alfred snorted. “Paperwork. A Folder of all people, complaining about paperwork.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“A double-edged sword was more useful than no weapon at all.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“You cut your hair!” she exclaimed. He paused, eyebrows skewed. “And . . . your hand is on fire.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“I’ve been shot to hell, haven’t I?” “Language, love.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Secrets make friendships fonder, no?”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Sometimes Ceony wished he would forget she was a lady.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“He opened his mouth to respond, closed it. Pushed fingers back through his short hair, then actually laughed. “I suppose we’re both horrible people.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“It’s like you have a checklist for dangerous criminals tucked into your pocket, and you won’t be satisfied until you’ve had a personal encounter with each.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“How many men can honestly say a woman has walked their heart?” he asked. “But I can. And if you’ll have me, I’d like you to stay there.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“The clouds looked like ethereal creatures, sky-fish swimming across the blue expanse, following the sun to the other side of the world.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Once a secret spread to too many minds and mouths, anyone could learn it”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Hi, Ceony,” he said. He then stiffened like a soldier and added, “Magician Thane, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

Bennet took a few long strides and offered his hand to the paper magician, who stood taller in height by several inches. Emery shook the apprentice’s hand with an amused twinkle in his eye. Bennet continued. “I’ve heard a great many things about you.”

“And you still shook my hand?” Emery asked. “Your mother raised you well.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“The buggy should be here soon. Do you have your suitcase packed?”

“So eager to get rid of me?”

“Eager?” he repeated, rolling back the sleeves of his favorite indigo coat. “My kitchen will be empty in two days and I’ll be forced to purchase my own groceries. How could I be eager for that?”

Ceony smiled and scooped out more egg. “You could always have Jonto cook your meals.”

In fact, Emery once had tried to get Jonto to cook his meals. It had taken the paper magician two days to reconstruct the right hand and arm of the paper skeleton, which had burned off after Jonto attempted to light the coals in the oven.

“I’ll be sure to stock up on sandwich supplies,” Emery murmured.

And all you’ll miss is the food, hm?”

His eyes glimmered. “I may miss the mid-night companionship.”

Ceony flushed. “Emery Thane!” That was one time.

Emery just chuckled, the cursed man. ”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Once a secret spread to too many minds and mouths, anyone could learn it—including”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“if the man could hear anyone speak with that ego pressing against his eardrums.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“These books you’re reading . . . I question your taste, Miss Twill.”

She straightened the collar of his maroon coat. “I’ll read what I please, Mr. Thane.”

“I have a suggestion,” he said with a wry smile, stepping away and glancing back at the sunset, which had already grown ruddier. “I have a dissertation on eighteenth-century Folding basics on interlibrary loan. It’s wonderfully dry and has all its nouns capitalized. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Ceony frowned. “You want me to study primitive Folding techniques?”

“Only subprimitive,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “It never hurts to go back to basics, even if you think you know them.”

“I do know them.”

“Are you sure?”

Ceony paused. “Is this a hint for my test?”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Prit?” she asked. “The boy you bullied in school?”

Emery scratched the back of his head. “‘Bullied’ sounds so juvenile . . .”

“But it’s him, isn’t it?” Ceony pushed. “Pritwin Bailey? He became a Folder after all?”

Emery nodded. “We graduated from Praff together, actually. But yes, he’s the same.”

Ceony relaxed somewhat. “So you two are on good terms, then?”

The paper magician barked a laugh. “Oh, heavens no. We haven’t spoken to each other since Praff, save for this telegram. He quite loathes me, actually.”

Ceony’s eyes bugged. “And you’re sending me to test with him?”

Emery smiled. “Of course, in a few days. What better way to prove you had no bias than to place your career aspirations in the hands of Pritwin Bailey?”

Ceony stared at him a long moment. “I’ve been shot to hell, haven’t I?”

“Language, love.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“You are the kind of women who makes me believe in God...I don't know how else it could be possible to find you.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“but with their enemies either dead, jailed, or in a perpetual state of being frozen, danger had decided to leave them alone.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Ceony nodded, feeling an unseen band of rubber stretch between her and Emery as he turned to go.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“I just need to find some old rich man to marry.” “And that’s not a handout?” Her sister smirked. “To suffer through a marriage like that? I’d be earning my allowance.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Bennet was a wonderful friend and, admittedly, a wonderful specimen of a man, but she worried over his friendliness.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“The textbook industry must be doing remarkably well.” “Textbooks?” “Last I heard, that was Prit’s specialty. Enchanted textbooks that rewrite themselves depending on the student’s reading level, diagrams that pop off the page, and the like. Very popular in America.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“though she did trip over a gopher hole near Stratton Audley.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“London, Waddesdon, Oxford, Aylesbury.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician

“Don’t act like you understand me.” “Why would I pretend to when I don’t?”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, The Master Magician