Magic in the Weave Quotes

“I nodded. ‘Then let’s hope it’s destroyed.’ I was thinking – trying to think – but my head felt full of mist. ‘We must get out of here,’ I said suddenly. ‘It’s as if—’ I stopped, not wanting to put it into words. So Theo did. ‘As if someone’s controlling us,’ he said, his voice barely audible. ‘As if, whenever we think we’re on the brink of a discovery, somehow they know and they muddle our thoughts until it’s gone away.’ ‘I couldn’t have put it better,’ I murmured.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“Then suddenly I wasn’t standing frozen in some dim and dank room hidden away at the back of an inn, I was thundering back along the twisting passages, Raphe Wymer forgotten, Francis Heron forgotten, magic mirrors, supernatural apparitions and strange, alarming visions forgotten, driven out by the one imperative thought forcing me on: find Celia and get her to safety.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“I had the weird sensation that I had stepped through a veil, and passed unwittingly from one realm into another …”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“it struck me with the force of certainty that I wasn’t the only one of us to be affected this way: that Theo was feeling it too, and this was why he was so cross. And Jonathan? Was he too infected with this deadly inertia? And where was it coming from?”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“But all at once I realized that my feet were cold.’ I paused, for the alarming power of that moment was still uncomfortable, even in memory. ‘I looked at the candles in their lanterns, and the top third had burned away. Somebody, somehow, seemed to have put me into a trance.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“somebody had tried to halt my probing, just as I’d been halted on the spot and held out of time, down in the crypt earlier this morning. As, the night after Francis Heron fell sick, I’d been assaulted by a horrific vision of beheading in a mirror that I was convinced had just crept up on me. I put down my quill. I realized I was sweating, and I felt, I actually felt like a physical presence, the moment of fear that demanded, Is it the pestilence? ‘It is not,’ I said, my voice quite calm. It was a very clever person playing with my mind. But this was where they would stop.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“It seemed that some part of my battling soul remained my own. For slowly, as if I was wading through soft, wet, sucking sand, I began to fight back. I threw myself against the fear, forcing it into submission. And as a small amount of daylight cleared amid the blackness, I recognized this for what it was. I’d just been attacked. And instantly reason returned.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“The Company knew all about poisons.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“scolding look. ‘Mistress Celia and her companion only arrived home a few minutes before”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave