Sleight of Hand Quotes

“Demento's laugh is wildflowers and bourbon on an autumns day just before winter comes to take it all away.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“The old crone smiles crookedly and sighs. “There is more to magic than darkness, my dear.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Throwing her head back she laughs, the sound falling around Gwen like stardust.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Her velvet red locks pour out of either side of her hood, hanging over her chest like blood.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“She is a corpse, the kind brought back to life to consume the living and wreak satanic havoc like in the Penny Dreadfuls she used to read as a child.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Doom,” Madame Luna whispers, “but of the most beautiful kind.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Perhaps her parents are still with her, even after all these years. Carving a celestial path for her which she follows blindly. Whispering encouragement in her ears and reminding her why she chose the life she now leads. Avenge us.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Gwen knows it will take their breath away. What Demento plans to tantalize them with next is no sleight of hand, especially with its charming pet name - The Devil’s Coil.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Dextra’s obsidian gaze burns into her soul, branding it as hers for all eternity.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“I know I make you uneasy. I don’t need to be psychic to notice that,” Madame Luna says. “Being around magic is never comfortable for those who don’t dabble in it.”

“And rightfully so,” Gwen says as she drops the cigarette into an empty bottle. “It’s unnatural. No two ways about it.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“The taste of victory, knowing she’ll be responsible for the predator’s demise.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“It’s the tale of one ominous Dextra Hyde, who spent her childhood in the cold confines of the Happy Forest Orphanage just outside of Sceaux.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Built like an ogre, with a thick ginger beard, wiry orange hairs sprouting from his tree trunk arms and a head resembling a shining snooker ball, he takes one look at Gwen and sneers. “Put that feckin’ gun down, cowgirl.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“The air is thick with the nauseating rot of discarded hot dogs and sweat. It’s insufferable. Everything. She can barely walk a few feet without knocking into a screaming child, or tripping over the rickety soap box of a barker, who roars over the crowds about bearded women, mer-babies and horned geriatrics.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“This place is worse than hell.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand