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In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.
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Laini Taylor (Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1))
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I can't over-emphasize how important an exquisite perfume is, to be wrapped and cradled in an enchanting scent upon your skin is a magic all on its own! The notes in that precious liquid will remind you that you love yourself and will tell other people that they ought to love you because you know that you're worth it. The love affair created by a good perfume between you and other people, you and nature, you and yourself, you and your memories and anticipations and hopes and dreams; it is all too beautiful a thing!
”
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C. JoyBell C.
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When he was kidnapped by the Iron King and taken into the Nevernever, she didn’t hesitate to go after him. And she didn’t stop there. When her magic was sealed by Mab, leaving her defenseless in the Winter Court, she somehow managed to survive, even when she thought you had turned on her. When the Scepter of the Seasons was stolen by the Iron fey, she went after it, despite having no magic and no weapon with which to defend herself. And when the courts asked her to destroy the false king, she accepted, even though the Summer and Iron glamours within her were making her sick, and she couldn’t use either of them effectively. She still went into the Iron Kingdom to
face a tyrant she didn’t know if she could overcome.
“Now,” Ariella finished, turning toward me, “do you still believe humans are weak?
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron Knight (The Iron Fey, #4))
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The bridge between the words glamour and grammar is magic. According to the OED, glamour evolved through an ancient association between learning and enchantment.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Oh the glamour of youth! Oh the fire of it, more dazzling than the flames of the burning ship, throwing a magic light on the wide earth, leaping audaciously to the sky, presently to be quenched by time, more cruel, more pitiless, more bitter than the sea—and like the flames of the burning ship surrounded by an impenetrable night.
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Joseph Conrad (Youth, a Narrative)
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The child-like, gum-chewing naïveté , the glamour rooted in despair, the self admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones…
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Andy Warhol (The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again))
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Why Do People become Shadowhunters, by Magnus Bane
This Codex thing is very silly. Downworlders talk about the Codex like it is some great secret full of esoteric knowledge, but really itès a Boy Scout manual.
One thing that it mysteriously doesnèt address is why people become Shadowhunters. And you should know that people become Shadowhunters for many stupid reasons.
So here is an addition to your copy.
Greetings, aspiring young Shadowhunter-to-be- or possibly already technically a Shadowhunter. I canèt remember whether you drink from the Cup first or get the book first. Regardless, you have just been recruited by the Monster Police. You may be wondering, why? Why of all the mundanes out there was I selected and invited to this exclusive club made up largely, at least from a historical perspective, of murderous psychopaths?
Possible Reasons Why
1. You possess a stout heart, strong will, and able body.
2. You possess a stout body, able will, and strong heart.
3. Local Shadowhunters are ironically punishing you by making you join them.
4. You were recruited by a local institute to join the Nephilim as an ironic punishment for your mistreatment of Downworlders.
5. Your home , village, or nation is under siege by demons.
6. You home, village, or nation is under siege by rogue Downworlders.
7. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
8.You know too much, and should be recruited because the secrecy of the Shadow World has already been compromised for you.
9. You know too little; it would be helpful to the Shadowhunters if you knew more.
10. You know exactly the right amount, making you a natural recruit.
11. You possess a natural resistance to glamour magic and must be recruited to keep you quiet and provide you with some basic protection.
12. You have a compound last name already and have convinced someone important that yours is a Shadowhunter family and the Shadowhunteriness has just been weakened by generations of bad breeding.
13. You had a torrid affair with a member of the Nephilim council and now he's trying to cover his tracks.
14. Shadowhunters are concerned they are no longer haughty and condescending enough-have sought you out to add a much needed boost of haughty condescension.
15. You have been bitten by a radioactive Shadowhunter, giving you the proportional strength and speed of a Shadowhunter.
16. Large bearded man on flying motorcycle appeared to take you away to Shadowhunting school.
17. Your mom has been in hiding from your evil dad, and you found out you're a Shadowhunter only a few weeks ago.
That's right. Seventeen reasons. Because that's how many I came up with. Now run off, little Shadowhunter, and learn how to murder things. And be nice to Downworlders.
”
”
Cassandra Clare (The Shadowhunter's Codex)
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A teacher of mine once said there are no true synonyms.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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I could see us sitting at the old piano, while he tried to explain how music worked. I could see the Iron glamour in the notes, the strict lines and rigid rules that made up the score, but the music itself was a vortex of song and pure, swirling emotion. They weren’t separate entities, creative magic and Iron glamour. They were one; cold logic and wild emotion, merged together to create something truly beautiful.
”
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron Queen (The Iron Fey, #3))
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There’s no such thing as magic,” I said.
“Then call it something else.” She shrugged. “Call it attitude, if you like. Call it charisma, or chutzpah, or glamour, or charm. Because basically it’s just about standing straight, looking people in the eye, shooting them a killer smile, and saying, fuck off, I’m fabulous.
”
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Joanne Harris (The Girl with No Shadow (Chocolat, #2))
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The heart of magic hasn't to do with any result; rather, it propels the practitioner to the source of all experience. ~ Llewellyn's Magical Almanac
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Sasha Graham (Tarot Diva: Ignite Your Intuition Glamourize Your Life Unleash Your Fabulousity!)
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The word grammar—the first step in the course of classical study that molded all educated men from Plato to Augustine—will be mispronounced by one barbarian tribe as “glamour.” In other words, whoever has grammar—whoever can read—possesses magic inexplicable.
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Thomas Cahill (How the Irish Saved Civilization (Hinges of History Book 1))
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He looked across the small table at Alec Lightwood, who was ignoring the glitter and glamour of Paris in order to write postcards to his family back home, and smile.
Each time he finished a postcard, Alec wrote Wish you were here at the end. And each time, Magnus snatched the card and wrote, with a flourish, Except not really.
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Cassandra Clare (The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses, #1))
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The people setting out on these walks weren’t seeking to conquer peaks or test themselves against maps and miles. They were looking for a mystical communion with the land; they walked backwards in time to an imagined past suffused with magical, native glamour:
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Helen Macdonald (H is for Hawk)
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It is, I think, this glamour, this magic, this incomparable keying up of the spirit in a time of mortal conflict, which constitute the pacifist's real problem--a problem still incompletely imagined and still quite unsolved. The causes of war are always falsely represented; its honour is dishonest and its glory meretricious, but the challenge to spiritual endurance, the intense sharpening of all the senses, the vitalising consciousness of common peril for a common end, remain to allure those boys and girls who have just reached the age when love and friendship and adventure call more persistently than at any later time. The glamour may be the mere delirium of fever, which as soon as war is over dies out and shows itself for the will-o'-the-wisp that it is, but while it lasts, no emotion known to man seems as yet to have quite the compelling power of this enlarged vitality.
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Vera Brittain (Testament of Youth)
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She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour, swept away by beauties she had dreamt of all her life and never dared hope to know.
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George R.R. Martin (A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1))
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Remember, there are some real monsters out there, Lana, and you are safer seeing people for what they are.
”
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L. Starla (Winter's Maiden 1 (Winter's Magic #1))
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But doesn't add something to what has come before; but takes something away. At its most daring, it can feel like a Bat Turn, a 180-degree spin int the Batmobile. Make that a But Turn.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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The magic here is not spectacular courage in one or two battles but the glamour of commitment to death at the peak of youth and beauty: the poignancy of the exhib-itionistic narcissism of youth determined once and for all on magnificent expenditure rather than slow wasting and remorseless physical deterioration.
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Inga Clendinnen (Aztecs: An Interpretation (Canto Classics))
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Ramya, your brain...it's why you can see through Glamour. It's why you're immune to Sirens.
It's...it's incredible. I wish I were like you.
I've never met anyone that can do what you do. I swear. It really is incredible.
”
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Elle McNicoll (Like a Charm)
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The fire-eater? The swordsman? The gentleman who nearly drowns each night… do you believe they’d be welcomed into the circles you belong to?” He shook his head. “Society scorned them, turned them into freak shows and curiosities, and now they are only interested in cheering because of the glamour of those velvet curtains. The allure of magic and mysticism. Should they encounter those same performers on the street, they would not be so kind or accepting. It is a sad truth that we do not live in a world where differences are accepted. And until such a time, Miss Wadsworth, I will provide a home to the misfits and unwanteds, even if it means losing bits of my soul to that hungry, unsatisfied beast Mr. Barnum has called show business.
”
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Kerri Maniscalco (Escaping from Houdini (Stalking Jack the Ripper #3))
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He stalked back to the enormous moth, but it wouldn't return him to Elfhame until he went to a nearby general store, glamoured leaves into money to buy it an entire six-pack of lager, and then poured the booze into a frothing puddle on the ground for the creature to lap at.
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Holly Black (How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories (The Folk of the Air, #3.5))
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The leprechaun, according to legend, can be forced to yield up its treasure if you can keep watching it without letting your attention wander for so much as a moment. This has so much in common with experiences in meditation that Zen masters in America use it as a metaphor for meditative practice. There’s an important lesson here: glamour is hardly limited to the realm of Faery. Most human beings live most of their lives under its spell, chasing after treasures that—like the golden coins in countless fairy tales—turn to dried leaves the moment one looks away.
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John Michael Greer (Monsters: An Investigator's Guide to Magical Beings)
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I may have grown up in the Age of Aquarius, but I'm growing old in the Age of the Acronym.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Glamour is much more than conventional outer beauty, or expensive makeup and jewelry – it’s the power of knowing how special you are, and how to show that to the world.
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Paige Vanderbeck (Green Witchcraft: A Practical Guide to Discovering the Magic of Plants, Herbs, Crystals, and Beyond (Practicing Green Witchcraft))
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No one would ever tell you that you were fired or excluded due to your beliefs, but they could certainly find other reasons to give for letting you go or not including you. Does that silence you?
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Deborah Castellano (Glamour Magic: The Witchcraft Revolution to Get What You Want)
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Then the glaistig tells the freckled man to gather leaves. For each one in his pile, he'll get a crisp twenty-dollar billl in its place. He'll have three days to spend the money before it disappears.
”
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Holly Black (The Stolen Heir (The Stolen Heir Duology, #1))
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You need to have a general idea about what you would do in these situations that you can predict, and become proficient in predicting potential outcomes, as that will give you the most opportunities in your Great Work.
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Deborah Castellano (Glamour Magic: The Witchcraft Revolution to Get What You Want)
“
Uh," said Alec. "Can you fly a hot-air balloon?"
"Of course! Magnus declared. "Did I ever tell you about the time I stole a hot-air balloon to rescue the queen of France?"
Alec grinned as if Magnus was making a joke. Magnus smiled back. Marie Antoinette had actually been quite a handful.
"It's just," Alec said thoughtfully, "I've never even seen you drive a car."
He stood to admire the balloon, which was glamoured to be invisible. As far as the mundanes around them were concerned, Alec solemnly gazed at the open air.
"I can drive. I can also fly, and pilot, and otherwise direct any vehicle you like. I'm hardly going to crash the balloon into a chimney," Magnus protested.
"Uh-huh," said Alec, frowning.
"You seem lost in thought," Magnus remarked. "Are you considering how glamorous and romantic your boyfriend is?"
"I'm considering," said Alec, "how to protect you if we crash the balloon into a chimney.
”
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Cassandra Clare (The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses, #1))
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I know that these things will never come back. I may see the rocks again, and smell the flowers, and watch the dawn sunshine chase the shadows from the old sulphuric-colored walls, but the light that sprang from the heightened consciousness of wartime, the glory seen by the enraptured ingenious eyes of twenty-two, will be upon them no more. I am a girl no longer, and the world, for all its excitements of chosen work and individualistic play, has grown tame in comparison with Malta during those years of our anguish.
It is, I think, this glamour, this magic, this incomparable keying up of the spirit in a time of mortal conflict, which constitute the pacifist’s real problem — a problem still incompletely imagined, and still quite unresolved. The causes of war are always falsely represented; its honour is dishonest and its glory meretricious, but the challenge to spiritual endurance, the intense sharpening of all the senses, the vitalising consciousness of common peril for a common end, remain to allure those boys and girls who have just reached the age when love and friendship and adventure call more persistently than at any later time. The glamour may be the mere delirium of fever, which as soon as war is over dies out and shows itself for the will-o’-the-wisp that it is, but while it lasts no emotion known to man seems as yet to have quite the compelling power of this enlarged vitality.
”
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Vera Brittain (Testament of Youth)
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When I was small I’d loved falconry’s historical glamour. I treasured it in the same way children treasure the hope that they might be like the children in books: secretly magical, part of some deeper, mysterious world that makes them something out of the ordinary.
”
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Helen Macdonald (H is for Hawk)
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This particular bit of magic had come from Manuscript. They specialized in mirror magic, glamours, persuasion. Any object could be enchanted, the most famous being a condom that had convinced a philandering Swedish diplomat to hand over a cache of sensitive documents.
”
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Leigh Bardugo (Ninth House (Alex Stern, #1))
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Nothing existed outside of the two of us, the world beyond our bond existing outside of the haven we created. Without my glamour to lessen it, the magic seemed to pulse through the air, the hands of the Fates and their threads working to connect us as we had always been destined to be.
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Harper L. Woods (What Hunts Inside the Shadows (Of Flesh & Bone, #2))
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Listen,” I say, my gaze going to the road, watching for headlights. “I don’t know how long I have, but if Bogdana knows where you are, it’s not safe. Fill your pockets with salt. Rowan berries will keep you from being glamoured by their magic. They hate cold-wrought iron. And they can’t lie.” I correct myself. “We. We can’t lie.
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Holly Black (The Stolen Heir (The Stolen Heir Duology, #1))
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O gods, rob not the earth of the dim hush that hangs round all Your temples, bereave not all the world of old romance, take not the glamour from the moonlight nor tear the wonder out of the white mists in every land; for, O ye gods of the childhood of the world, when You have left the earth You shall have taken the mystery from the sea and all its glory from antiquity, and You shall have wrenched our hope from the dim future. There shall be no strange cities at night time half understood, nor songs in the twilight, and the whole of the wonder shall have died with last year's flowers in little gardens or hill-slopes leaning south; for with the gods must go the enchantment of the plains and all the magic of dark woods, and something shall be lacking from the quiet of early dawn.
”
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Lord Dunsany
“
Addie's father told her so many stories of Paris. Made it sound like a place of glamour and gold, rich with magic and dreams waiting to be uncovered. Now she wonders if he ever saw it, or if the city was nothing but a name, an easy backdrop for princes and knights, adventures and queens.
They have bled together in her mind, those stories, become less a picture than a palette, a tone. Perhaps the city was less splendid. Perhaps there were shadows mixed in with the light.
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Victoria Schwab (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue)
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In popular usage Grammatica or Grammaria slid into the vague sense of learning in general; and since learning is usually an object both of respect and suspicion to the masses, grammar, in the form grammary comes to mean magic. Thus in the ballad of King Estmere, ‘My mother was a western woman learned in grammarye’. And from grammary, by a familiar sound-change, comes glamour—a word whose associations with grammar and even with magic have now been annihilated by the beauty-specialists.
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C.S. Lewis (The Discarded Image: An Introduction to Medieval and Renaissance Literature)
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The tranquillity of the water heightened the superb effects of this glacial world. Majestic tabular bergs whose crevices exhaled a vaporous azure; lofty spires, radiant turrets and splendid castles; honeycombed masses illumined by pale green light within whose fairy labyrinths the water washed and gurgled. Seals and penguins on magic gondolas were the silent denizens of this dreamy Venice. In the soft glamour of the midsummer midnight sun, we were possessed by a rapturous wonder—the rare thrill of unreality.
”
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Douglas Mawson (The Home of the Blizzard Being the Story of the Australasian Antarctic Expedition, 1911-1914)
“
Every nation can be summed up by a single book or play, or by a particular author. America is perhaps perfectly encapsulated by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. The Great Gatsby is a book about luxury, enchantment, glamour, magic spells, aspiration, a vulgar Wonderland, insecurity, pretentiousness, bluffing, soullessness, fakes, phonies, emptiness, desperation, regrets, and impossible dreams. “Her voice is full of money,” says the narrator about the beguiling muse Daisy Buchanan. Could this not serve as the epitaph for the American Dream itself as it is finally laid to rest?
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Joe Dixon (Character Wars: America's Failing Character)
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It pleases him how Spell is how the word is made but also, in the hands of the magician, how the world is changed. One letter separates Word from World, and that letter is like the number one, or an 'I', or a shaft of light between almost closed curtains. There is an old letter called a thorn, which jags and tears at the throat as it's uttered. Later he learns that Grammar and Glamour share the same deeper root, which is further magic, and there can be neither magic without that root, nor plant. He's lost in it like Chid in Child, or God reversed into Dog. Somewhere inside him is a colon. A sentence can last for life.
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Charles Lambert (With a Zero at its Heart)
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But from earliest times the barrier at Shirakawa was somehow special. There was a magic, a glamour about it. For it was here that travellers crossed over into the untamed northern territories, the remote land of Oshu. When poets came this way, it was customary for them to mark their crossing with a poem; and even poets who did not make the long journey were expected to produce a poem on the subject. Nöin Hoshi, an eleventh-century priest, wrote the most famous poem of all miyako o ba kasumi to tomoni tachishikado aki-kaze zo fuku Shirakawa no seki Though I left the capital With the spring mist — The autumn wind blows At Shirakawa Barrier
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Lesley Downer (On the Narrow Road to the Deep North)
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When she did, her mouth fell open. The vivid glamour of the world outside paled in comparison to the world within. It was a palace of vaulting glass and shimmering tapestry and, woven through it all like light, magic. The air was alive with it. Not the secret, seductive magic of the stone, but a loud, bright, encompassing thing. Kell had told Lila that magic was like an extra sense, layered on top of sight and smell and taste, and now she understood. It was everywhere. In everything. And it was intoxicating. She could not tell if the energy was coming from the hundreds of bodies in the room, or from the room itself, which certainly reflected it. Amplified it like sound in an echoing chamber. And it was strangely—impossibly—familiar. Beneath the magic, or perhaps because of it, the space itself was alive with color and light. She’d never set foot inside St. James, but it couldn’t possibly have compared to the splendor of this. Nothing in her London could. Her world felt truly grey by comparison, bleak and empty in a way that made Lila want to kiss the stone for freeing her from it, for bringing her here, to this glittering jewel of a place. Everywhere she looked, she saw wealth. Her fingers itched, and she resisted the urge to start picking pockets, reminding herself that the cargo in her own was too precious to risk being caught. The
”
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Victoria Schwab (A Darker Shade of Magic (Shades of Magic, #1))
“
Your beast's little trick didn't work on me,' she said with quiet steel. 'Apparently, an iron will is all it takes to keep a glamour from digging in. So I had to watch as Father and Elain went from sobbing hysterics into nothing. I had to listen to them talk about how lucky it was for you to be taken to some made-up aunt's house, how some winter wind had shattered our door. And I thought I'd gone mad- but every time I did, I would look at that painted part of the table, then at the claw marks farther down, and know it wasn't in my head.'
I'd never heard of a glamour not working. But Nesta's mind was so entirely her own; she had put up such strong walls- of steel and iron and ash wood- that even a High Lord's magic couldn't pierce them.
'Elain said- said you went to visit me, though. That you tried.'
Nesta snorted, her face grave and full of that long-simmering anger that she could never master. 'He stole you away into the night, claiming some nonsense about the Treaty. And then everything went on as if it had never happened. It wasn't right. None of it was right.'
My hands slackened at my sides. 'You went after me,' I said. 'You went after me- to Prythian.'
'I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through.'
I raised a shaking hand to my throat. 'You trekked two days there and two days back- through the winter woods?'
She shrugged, looking at the sliver she'd pried from the table. 'I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me.'
'You did that- for me?'
Nesta's eyes- my eyes, our mother's eyes- met mine. 'It wasn't right,' she said again. Tamlin had been wrong when we'd discussed whether my father would have ever come after me- he didn't possess the courage, the anger. If anything, he would have hired someone to do it for him. But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.
...
I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn't stomach the sycophants who now surrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory... Who had shrouded the loss of our mother, then our downfall, in icy rage and bitterness, because the anger had been a lifeline, the cruelty a release. But she had cared- beneath it, she had cared, and perhaps loved more fiercely that I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally.
”
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
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So I got lucky. But then again, it took me many hundreds of rejections to manage to find that luck.
I am sure there is a lesson n that somewhere.
Someone had taken a punt and had faith in me. I wouldn’t let them down, and I would be eternally grateful to them for giving me that chance to shine.
Once DLE were on board, a few other companies joined them. It’s funny how, once one person backs you, somehow other people feel more comfortable doing the same.
I guess most people don’t like to trailblaze.
So before I knew it, suddenly, from nothing, I had the required funds for a place on the team. (In fact I was about £600 short, but Dad helped me out on that one, and refused to hear anything about ever being paid back. Great man.)
The dream of an attempt on Everest was now about to become a reality.
So many people over the years have asked me how to get sponsorship, but there is only one magic ingredient. Action. You just have to keep going.
Then keep going some more.
Our dreams are just wishes, if we never follow them through with action. And in life, you have got to be able to light your own fire.
The reality of planning big expeditions is often tedious and frustrating. There is no glamour in yet another potential sponsor’s rejection letter, and I have often felt my own internal fire flickering close to snuff point.
Action is what keeps it alight.
”
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Bear Grylls (Mud, Sweat and Tears)
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Then Strathcona discussed literature. He paid his tribute to the "Fleurs de Mal" and the "Songs before Sunrise"; but most, he said, he owed to "the divine Oscar." This English poet of many poses and some vices the law had seized and flung into jail; and since the law is a thing so brutal and wicked that whoever is touched by it is made thereby a martyr and a hero, there had grown up quite a cult about the memory of "Oscar." All up-to-date poets imitated his style and his attitude to life; and so the most revolting of vices had the cloak of romance flung about them—were given long Greek and Latin names, and discussed with parade of learning as revivals of Hellenic ideals. The young men in Strathcona's set referred to each other as their "lovers"; and if one showed any perplexity over this, he was regarded, not with contempt—for it was not aesthetic to feel contempt—but with a slight lifting of the eyebrows, intended to annihilate. One must not forget, of course, that these young people were poets, and to that extent were protected from their own doctrines. They were interested, not in life, but in making pretty verses about life; there were some among them who lived as cheerful ascetics in garret rooms, and gave melodious expression to devilish emotions. But, on the other hand, for every poet, there were thousands who were not poets, but people to whom life was real. And these lived out the creed, and wrecked their lives; and with the aid of the poet's magic, the glamour of melody and the fire divine, they wrecked the lives with which they came into contact. The new generation of boys and girls were deriving their spiritual sustenance from the poetry of Baudelaire and Wilde; and rushing with the hot impulsiveness of youth into the dreadful traps which the traders in vice prepared for them. One's heart bled to see them, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed, pursuing the hem of the Muse's robe in brothels and dens of infamy!
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Upton Sinclair (The Metropolis)
“
I miss Diana more than I can express. The world seems a colder place without her luminous presence. To had had Diana’s friendship, to have known her personally, has been a gift beyond comparison. She brought joy and pride and a touch of glamour to my life for years. I loved and admired her without reservation.
When Patrick recognized her picture on magazine covers, I thought how incredible it was that we actually knew the beautiful, famous Diana. Best of all, we knew she was even lovelier inside. I read her letters, feeling deeply touched that she continued to care for us. Seeing her in person--warm, unpretentious, and radiant--was a thrill that lasted a long, long time. It truly was, “like being brushed by angels’ wings,” as my friend at the funeral had said. Whoever would have thought when I called for a nanny so many years ago, that magic would enter my life.
My family and I watched her dazzling progress from a shy teenager to a multi-faceted and charismatic woman. She fulfilled her many roles so beautifully. Yet to me, Diana was a beloved friend, not the world-famous Princess of Wales. Behind the glamour, I saw the qualities I’d always admired in her--kindness, integrity, and grace in all she did.
Above all, Diana was born to be a mother. Showing affection was as natural to her as breathing. I saw her tender care for my young son. I know she was an utterly devoted mother to her own boys, giving them unconditional love and deriving her greatest joy in life from them.
I’ve wished so often that her life had been a fairytale, that Diana had been spared the pain and loneliness she suffered. But without the despair, she might not have developed the strength and humanity that reached out to people everywhere. Diana instinctively looked beyond her own problems to ease the pain and distress of others. She touched so many people in her short lifetime.
I never thought it would end this way--that she would die so young. I will always remember, as the last hymn faded into silence at her funeral, the solemn tread of the soldiers’ boots--so haunting, so final--as they carried her casket through the Abbey. I couldn’t bear that she was leaving forever.
For months now, I’ve searched for some solace in this tragedy. I hope that Diana’s untimely death and the worldwide mourning for her have silenced forever those who belittled her values and doubted her appeal. She rests peacefully now beyond reproach--young and beautiful.
Diana, you were greater than we realized.
We will never, never forget you.
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Mary Robertson (The Diana I Knew: Loving Memories of the Friendship Between an American Mother and Her Son's Nanny Who Became the Princess of Wales)
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Once upon a time, all the clocks chimed midnight.
Cinderella flees from the ball as her illusion unweaves. Beauty races towards her Beast before the last echo of the clock falls silent.
Illusions fall. Magic ends. The clock chimes.
Nothing lasts forever, and midnight is a purposeful stop. A pause to remind you that there is always a clock ticking. There will never be enough time, and for every Beauty who saves her Beast, there will be a voiceless mermaid who dissolves into sea foam.
But there is another thing about midnight. It is when illusions break. When you can see the truth beneath them, if you are looking. There is always a crack in the illusion, a gap in the perfection, even if it is only visible with the ticking of a clock.
Midnight is when you look, if there is a truth you need to see. If you are brave enough to bear what you witness.
For just a moment, the smoke dissipates, the mirrors shatter, and the glamour is gone. All that's left is the truth of the story, the truth in your heart, your darkest secret.
A glass shoe abandoned on the stairs.
Once upon a time.
Tick.
Tock.
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Kat Howard (Roses and Rot)
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Seeker moved in a place of Names and glamours, of knotted hairs and deadly magics.
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Elizabeth Bear (Blood and Iron (Promethean Age, #1))
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Noun: dog, Ralph, mistletoe, Oreo, education, taco, Mississippi, peace, music, pizza Pronoun: I, we, he, she, it, they, them, him, her, who, whom, whomever, that, which Verb: tumble, dictate, zigzag, is, are, was, were, enlist, inoculate, stab Adverb: speedily, tumultuously, harshly, dumbly, voraciously, democratically, tremulously, wherever, well, too Adjective: skinny, enthusiastic, dire, rueful, industrious, yellow, distasteful, Cuban, conservative, phat Preposition: off, on, in, out, over, through, to, under, above, about, throughout, with Conjunction: and, but, yet, so, however, neither, nor, either, or Interjection: Yikes! Whatever! Sheesh! Heck! Omigod! Awesome!
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Ben Yagoda’s fine book When You Catch an Adjective, Kill It.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries—the hoary groves, the untainted pastures edged with gay autumnal blossoms, and at vast intervals the small brown farmsteads nestling amidst huge trees beneath vertical precipices of fragrant brier and meadow-grass. Even the sunlight assumed a supernal glamour, as if some special atmosphere or exhalation mantled the whole region. I had seen nothing like it before save in the magic vistas that sometimes form the backgrounds of Italian primitives. Sodoma and Leonardo conceived such expanses, but only in the distance, and through the vaultings of Renaissance arcades. We were now burrowing bodily through the midst of the picture, and I seemed to find in its necromancy a thing I had innately known or inherited, and for which I had always been vainly searching.
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Lovecraft H.P
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glamour was an enchantment, an illusion that beguiled the observer, making someone appear beautiful and thus concealing the darker truth of what they really were. Millicent knew it was a spell that didn’t require magic: it drew its true power from our desire to see what we wanted to.
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Chris Brookmyre (The Cut)
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A glamour was an enchantment, an illusion that beguiled the observer, making someone appear beautiful and thus concealing the darker truth of what they really were. Millicent knew it was a spell that didn’t require magic: it drew its true power from our desire to see what we wanted to.
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Chris Brookmyre (The Cut)
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It seems that, over and above his basic powers of glamour, Gwynn had extra magical knowledge- as would befit a king. The Welsh Triads state that he had great knowledge about the stars and their influences: “Such was [his] knowledge of the stars, their natures and qualities, that [he] could prognosticate whatever was wished to be known until the day of doom. and could predict the future from them.” It is perhaps for this reason that the Cornish story of The House on Silena Moor mentions the pixies worshipping stars, which might be a relic of much older British folk knowledge.
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John Kruse (Who's Who in Faeryland)
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This potrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul. And when winter came upon it, he would still be standing where spring trembles on the verge of summer. With the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mark of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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What he found was astonishing. Every wall was plastered with posters and flyers. Some were like the ones he'd seen on the brick wall at King's Cross; others seemed to advertise specific market traders. Some were old and faded; some seemed much more recent. Some sounded quite ordinary-- Cocksfoot & Sable: Fine Ales and Cheeses; Clancy's Rustic Furnishings-- and some were more unusual. Tom frowned over Yellow Belle's Night-Woven Yarns, and felt his heart beat faster at Spindle Ermine's Love Spells. What kind of a market was this? He thought he understood Bird-Cherry's Flowers and Fruits, or Straw Dot's Most Accurate Timepieces, and even Scarlet Tiger Sleeve Tattoos-- but what was he to make of Pretty Pinion Wing Repairs or Mother Shipton, Laundress of Dreams, or Pale Eggar's Glamours and Charms, or Dusky Sallow's Evercoats?
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Joanne Harris (The Moonlight Market)
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There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings. After a few high-balls there was magic in the tall glowing Arabian night of the Bush Terminal Building - its summit a peak of sheer grandeur, gold and dreaming against the inaccessible sky. And Wall Street, the crass, the banal - again it was a triumph of gold, a gorgeous sentient spectacle; it was where the great kings kept the moment for their wars...
...The fruit of youth, or the grape, the transitory magic of the brief passage from darkness to darkness - the old illusion that truth and beauty were in some way entwined.
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Scott F. Fitzgerald (The Beautiful and Damned)
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The youth then has a dream in which his true parentage is disclosed to him: he receives a scroll that informs him that King Oberon is his father (see earlier) and that he has inherited from him his magical, fairy powers: “By nature, thou hast cunning shifts Which Ile increase with other gifts. Wish what thou wilt, thou shalt it have; And for to vex both foole and knave, Thou hast the power to change thy shape…” Robin is able to change his appearance and to conjure items out of glamour. These powers are not to be used frivolously, though. Oberon counsels his son as follows: “See none thou harm’st but knaves and queanes, But love thou those that honest be, And helpe them in necessity.
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John Kruse (Who's Who in Faeryland)
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I’d never heard of a glamour not working. But Nesta’s mind was so entirely her own; she had put up such strong walls—of steel and iron and ash wood—that even a High Lord’s magic couldn’t pierce them.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1))
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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I was wondering what sort of nightmares haunt your town, Mr. Madigan. Are they indeed vicious, since you dwell so near the mountains and the accursed Seren Duchy? What sort of terrors stalk the streets on the darkest of nights?”
My father was silent. But he stared from across the table at Lennox Vesper, and I felt the chill in the air. A chill that expressed how angry my father was, even as he secretly smoldered with a fever beneath the glamour.
“The nightmares are mine to keep, Mr. Lennox,” Papa said. “I’m warden of Hereswith. These streets are mine to guard, these people mine to honor and protect. Despite your education and polished upbringing, you seem to have forgotten the most basic of laws and respect when it comes to the magic of dreams and guardianship.
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Rebecca Ross (Dreams Lie Beneath)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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knowledge of our own mortality
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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In all the books she had read, being in love was unmistakeable, and she distrusted it for that very reason. It was a glamour, she thought; a spell born out of a yearning for magic, for something more than ordinary. And I, of all people, know what glamour can conceal.
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Su Bristow (The Fair Folk)
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Drop your glamour," Hermes said.
Hades lifted a brow and met Hermes's stare in the mirror. It wasn't that he minded his true form. It was the order from Hermes that bothered him.
"It's hotter," Hermes added.
Hades rolled his eyes but let his magic fall away.
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Scarlett St. Clair (A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3))
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a lot of words we use to describe an attractive person used to be words for magic. Like the word “charm” originally meant a magic spell, and the word “glamour” did, too. And it’s just blatant with words like “enchanting” and “spellbinding.” And when he said that, I thought, yeah, that’s what it’s like: seeing a really good-looking person is like having a magic spell cast over you. And Anton was saying how one of the primary uses of magic was to create love and desire in someone. And that makes total sense, too, when you think about those words “charm” and “glamour.” Because seeing beauty feels like love. You feel like you’ve got a crush on a really good-looking person, just by looking at them.
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Ted Chiang (Arrival)
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Yet there are tribes in the Isle of the Mighty who deal in magic arts also,” said the old man, shaking his head. “They who were here before us and are wiser than we in old wisdoms that men wrung from the gods in earlier days before the wall was firm between the worlds. Among them there are masters of glamour and dealers in illusion who could steal a man’s own senses and make his very thought obey their will. They have no cause to love us who invaded their island, and they do not forget. They are very wily Lord,” said he.
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Evangeline Walton (The Mabinogion Tetralogy: The Prince of Annwn, The Children of Llyr, The Song of Rhiannon, The Island of the Mighty)
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To Pryderi it was home, the home that he had long been away from. And to Kigva any land through which she rode with him would have seemed as sweet as Rhiannon’s lovely Land of the Ever-Young. The glamour that was upon their young eyes gilded the eyes of the older couple also; they thought that they never before had realized the goodness and the magical simplicity of earth.
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Evangeline Walton (The Mabinogion Tetralogy: The Prince of Annwn, The Children of Llyr, The Song of Rhiannon, The Island of the Mighty)
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Love! How many legends were organized for it? It was said that it is the most mysterious human feeling that pushes us to do things we are not ready for and heedless of us. Despite the reality, and the difficulties, we do the impossible, and in the name of love, we do miracles. Just legends but the truth is that history did not mention that any miracle has happened thanks to love.
Myths, of which there is no use but our consolation, and the justification of our blind rush behind unjustified, incomprehensible feelings, to do what we were not ready to do, and then we pay the price with a reassuring conscience, and with a comfortable mind, in the name of love.
If we analyze these feelings, love, anger, hate, tranquility, fear, we will find that they are another face of pain, just chemical reactions inside our bodies, and hormones controlled by our mind, it decides when to kindle the fire of love in us, and when to make hate blind us.
If you know how to motivate the mind to produce the hormone needed to produce the desired emotions, then you do not have to talk about anything anymore. It is all your emotions, which are yours.
This inevitably makes human feelings subject to causation in the universe, unless our feelings are from another world, not causal. Therefore, the most magical words remain, those that come out of the mouth of a lover describing his love for his lover, “I love you without reason.”
This is the impossibility desired, and in the subconscious, these words have charm and glamour, and the tongue of the lover says, “My love for you is not from this causal world, neither the color of your hair, nor your eyes, nor your body, nor your sweet voice, nor your way of speaking, nor anything that you possess is a reason why I love you, because my love for you is not causal, does not belong to this world.”
A lie loved by the mind of the lovers, a legend among the millions which says, that nothing in this world can anticipate the feelings and moods of human beings before they occur, and more precisely, the private feelings and fluctuations, of an individual, to be precise, and not just of a large group of people, the more we try to customize it, the more difficult it becomes.
And where the indicators of the collective mind, the demagogue, can give us an idea of the general direction and the future fluctuations of a society or group of people, not because of a weakness in the lines of defense of feelings, but rather because we know that the mob, the collective mind, and the herd, will force many to follow it, even if it violates what they feel, what they want at their core. The mind is designed for survival, and you know that survival’s chances are stronger with the stronger group, the more number, it will secrete all the necessary hormones, to force you to follow the herd.
However, the feelings assigned to a particular person remain an impossible task, so many people are able to deceive each other by showing signs of expected trends and fluctuations that contradict the reality of what they feel.
Humans and scientists have treated it as something unpredictable, coming from another world, a curse on science, as if it were a whiff of a magical spell cast on us from the immemorial.
But in fact, emotions are causal, and every cause has a causative. Like everything else in this world, the laws of chaos and randomness apply to them.
They can be accurately predicted, formulated into mathematical equations, and even manipulated. All it takes is to have something that contains all the cosmic events, a number we did not imagine, starting with the flutter of a butterfly, a breath of air, temperatures across the universe, a word a man says to his son, a donkey’s kick, a rabbit’s jump, and ending with the movement of stars and planets, and cosmic explosions, and beyond, and able to deal with them, and with the hierarchical possibilities of their occurrence.
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Ahmad I. AlKhalel (Zero Moment: Do not be afraid, this is only a passing novel and will end (Son of Chaos Book 1))
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If there is magic in Trump's ability to conjure reality out of hot air and spittle, there is an equally powerful magic in the opposite: in speaking the truth, unvarnished, about what we see, what we remember, what has been done to us by people who have assumed power and status as a birthright, rules written just for them. People who are nervous or just trying to wait this moment out until everything settles down. There is power in saying, no, we will not settle down. We will not go back. It's the lifting of a veil, the opposite of a glamour. So fine, if you insist. This is a witch hunt. We're witches, and we're hunting you.
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Lindy West (The Witches Are Coming)
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Capitals are called uppercase letters because typesetters would store them in the “upper case.” Small letters were kept in the “lower case.
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Roy Peter Clark (The Glamour of Grammar: A Guide to the Magic and Mystery of Practical English)
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Historians say, “The winter of ’seventy-four to ’seventy-five was a time of deep depression.” But historians do not take little children into consideration. Deep depression? To three children on the prairie it was a time of glamour. There was not much to eat in the cupboard. There was little or no money in the father’s flat old pocketbook. The presents were pitifully homely and meager. And all in a tiny house,—a mere shell of a house, on a new raw acreage of the wild, bleak prairie. How could a little rude cabin hold so much white magic? How could a little sod house know such enchantment? And how could a little hut like that eventually give to the midwest so many influential men and women? How, indeed? Unless, . . . unless, perchance, the star did stop over the house?
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Bess Streeter Aldrich (A Lantern in Her Hand)