Red Mage Quotes

By the hairy ass of lord hell." Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels

Red hair like yours is unusual in all corners of the world. Other folk have often feared the red-haired as witches, or called them soul-less... But, it's the perfect color for a mage! Red is the color of the Earth itself, and of the fire that burns within it -- and of the blood in our own veins" - Lindel, Ancient Magus Bride, V4

The point isn't knowing what will happen, it's being aware that everything we do affects the whole. All of us - mages, vampires, humans, and the rest - affect the balance of life." "If you start singing 'Kum Ba Yah' I'm out of here.

Black Mage: I was joking. Red Mage: OH. See, I was confused by the total lack of comedy.

Dark, shadowy figures moved closer, circling. Torel pulled his two seyani longswords free of their scabbards. "Come, then!" He shouted. "Come dance with the tairen, if you dare! Miora felah ti' Feyreisa! Joy to the Feyreisa! And death to you all!" And he became a whirling blur of motion - black leather, shining steel, red blood - spinning in the moonlight, delivering death to all he touched until he moved no more.

The desert at night was black and a strange madder-tinted silver; the sky was black, and the great contorted cliffs, and the vast expanses of sand that stretched out in all directions. But the red moon cast a pale crimson-tinged luminescence over everything, and far above the stars were glittering points of silver.

Feeble excuses made by the police for not supplying body camera videos are generally a big red flag that there is something in there that they do not want you to see!

I was shocked at how many prostitutes are on social media! The days of cruising the red light district are gone, you just cruise social media!

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.

Well, that’s bullshit. I get the ability to make a lightning fist, and you get Zeus’s fucking lightning bolt.

Come to California...and bathe in fire red sunlight!

I don’t think that would be a good idea,” said Oliver. His brain felt swollen, like a raw red sponge inside his skull. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t hurt in a way that indicated a whole lot of hurt lurking underneath. “I think I broke something.

Rikar turned and glowered at Nikulo, clenching his fists until they were red. “All this time… all this way getting here. Aurellia promised me that Zagros would listen.” “And you believed him? Fool.” Nikulo scoffed like Rikar was the stupidest person on earth. Rikar stretched out his hand and streams

I lay on Sherard’s office floor in the royal mage tower in a sprawled eagle formation. Why? Because the carpet and I were friends. His red-and-gold carpet was nice and plush, to start with. Secondly, it wasn’t demanding answers from me. Thirdly, it wasn’t trying to attack me. My bar was low this afternoon.

The girl standing before me wore a dress of pure white that made her seem about six feet tall. The dress was heavy enough it pulled her back straight, and she stood proudly, the train of the dress spread neatly behind her. Her lips were as red as roses, her eyes outlined in black kohl. Her dark hair had been bundled at the nape of her neck, braided and folded as required, a few curls springing loose to caress her pale shoulders, which were bare. That girl was one of the most powerful mages to ever live. And that girl was me.

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.

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

inside. The heat that separates and tears you apart from your home, he thought. Would he make it back safe? Or even if he did make it back alive, would there even be a home to come back to? Downstairs, he caught sight of his mother packing food for his journey. He gazed at her face, memorizing every curve and line. He hoped she’d be all right. As if she knew what he was feeling, she reached out and hugged him and choked back the tears. “Nothing will keep us apart for long. You’ll come back to us, I feel it in my bones.” The weight of her words made him even sadder to leave. His father ambled down the hallway, carrying something wrapped in a red silk cloth. “I’ve something for you, son. I’d hope to give this to you when you came of age. It will prove valuable on your journey.” He handed him a sheathed short sword. Talis withdrew the sword and gaped at the red-tinged steel with ghost patterns and smoky lines running along the blade. A tremendous weight rushed up his arm from the sword as if imbued with some terrific power. His arm tensed and he winced. “This… this sword is for me?” Father was really giving him this treasure? The sheath was made of blackened leather and elaborate swirling patterns ran down the spine, with silver studs lining the edge. Talis gasped. It was immaculate. Why would Father give him such a priceless gift? He gazed at the ruby-studded hilt—a puma’s face with ruby eyes shaping the hilt’s edge. “It’s the finest sword in Naru.” Father narrowed his eyes at the expression on Talis' face. “What is it, what are you feeling?” “I’m not sure,” Talis stammered, fighting the power. “It’s so strong.” His father’s eyes sparkled. “You’re sensing the power within the sword—” “It’s magical?” What did his father know of such things? He was a man of commerce and trade. “The magical gift runs deep in our family history.” Father took the sword from Talis and raised it to the firelight. “This is no regular sword… it possesses great power. The red color is not from blood; there's fire magic within.” Fire magic… Master Viridian said his element was fire,

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.

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?

Not owning a home from your twenties onward is a big red flag that a person is not financially competent!

My very high altitude vegetarian coworker had colon cancer and ended up with a permanent colostomy. He has got wise for the need for animal protein in his diet, also known as amino acids. It comes from red meat, particularly organ meat.

Hindi sila Cinderella, Snow White, o Red Riding Hood ang aming role model. Tinuruan kaming hindi kailangang inililigtas ang mga babae, na puwede kaming maging bayani, mga pangunahing tauhan ng aming sariling kuwento. Ang mga babae ay hindi mababa sa mga lalaki, hindi sa henerasyong ito o sa mga nauna rito.” - Night Owl: Edisyong Filipino (p. 328, Ang Bilin ng aking Ina, Huwag Maniwala kay Cindirella)

Ezra—” He stopped at the door. “Be careful with those sorcerers. If I’m right, you won’t have to worry about Claude. I’ll deal with him.” Red sparked in his left eye. “And his demon.” Zylas flicked his tail. “Kah vh’renirathē izh?” The crimson glow intensified. “Vh’renith vē thāit.” Zylas nodded, and the demon mage swept out the door, swinging it shut behind him. Quiet fell over the apartment. “Well, shit,” Amalia muttered. “I was counting on the creepy demon Two-Face helping us.

flames back inside. Soon she smoldered and her body was faintly lit now with an orange glow. “You have to be careful, Cassis,” shouted a boy next to her. Her glance at him stopped her casting, and the enemy used the pause against her. He fired off waves of shadow and electricity, and the blast caught her in the stomach and wrenched her back, sending her electrified, twitching body tumbling across the ground. She swung her arms around, repelling the attack at last, and ignited the air in front of her in a shield of fire. Locked in battle, Cassis and the sorcerer pushed against each other until her face and chest and stomach glowed red. Steam swirled around her long, black hair and her body

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,

Often Khaster heard noises in the night he could not identify. They were the sounds made by animals, but had a human resonance to them. Sometimes gouts of light would spurt into the sky-red, turquoise, gold-and some moments later thunder would come, but from beneath the earth rather than the heavens. Strange smells, bitter yet musky and sweet, would occasionally come in through an open window to haunt a room. Khaster knew that the priest-mages of Madragore employed a regiment of alchemists who worked in a shuttered citadel on the east of the city. Its huge domed roof, which was covered in flaky verdigis scales rose up from an area of factories and tanning shops. Stories leaked out of the citadel along with the fumes. Creatures were made there, homunculi, golems, beasts of war. Sometimes the creatures escaped or were let out to roam the city by their keepers. That accounted for the strange nocturnal noises. But perhaps these were only stories after all. Perhaps the citadel hid secrets of a more mundane yet brutal nature. Prisoners could be interrogated there, tortured with corrosive steams. The alchemists made killing perfumes for use on the battlefield. Khaster had heard tales of a liquid that when released into the air corroded all the flesh from anyone who smelled its delicate aroma. The alchemists made weapons; if not magical beasts, then mordant potions and poisons. They had to test them on someone.

Many residents during the Florida hurricane Ian disaster were asking where is the Red Cross and FEMA.

Continuous exposure to red and infrared light wrecked my sleep!

Horns? Infernal blood and noxscura itself flows through my veins. Blood mages don’t wear their heritage like half elves with their pointy ears and questionable affinity for trees. It’s just within us, lurking right below the human shell.” “What’s wrong with liking trees?” “Nothing, that’s not…listen,”—Damien rubbed his hand over his thigh, trying to wipe away the lingering feeling of her offensively soft touch—“I am corruption made corporeal, a nightmare in human flesh, the Abyss brought topside, all right?” Her blue eyes roved over his face, down to his chest and back up. “Yeah, but you don’t look anything like a demon. You’re not red or hooved, and you’re not that much bigger than anyone else. You just look like…a boy.

For you Mages, this is the apocalypse. It’s the end of the world. For us,’ I indicated my group, ‘it’s Tuesday.

I woke up with a headache, which was unusual for me. When I checked the news later in the day, I discovered planet Earth was being hit by a K-index of 5 geomagnetic storm which is classed as red level!

Your only responsibility will be to survive, to grow so strong that your people are safe, that they need not fear the reapers in the night. To ensure that Humanity Prevails.

No. I will not run. I will not give in to fear. You say we cannot win? No, we cannot lose. I don't know what the humans are like where you're from, Luke. But here? We are not creatures you want to corner. These people have given too much, lost too much. Losing would mean all of that effort was in vain. We will not lose, and I will not let others die while I have the power to stop it.

Amelia didn’t fall in love with me until that moment. It took her seeing how far I was willing to go for her to release her heart. Later she told me that, with Paris at my back and my right cheek red, she realized I was the only one she’d ever loved so much that she wanted to run away. You see, it’s much harder for strong women, whom everyone depends upon, to give their heart away. It’s much easier to care for someone who doesn’t sweep them away.

I have had red liver spots on my skin for many years now.

Death was their just dessert, ashes their reward.

Change doesn't come immediately, and it doesn't come when people can still just ride the status quo. There has to be some sort of unmet need before people change, and since people feel safe here, they don't see a need to change.

What’re we talking about?” I asked a little too enthusiastically. They glared at me. One of them, with a long red ponytail and thick swirly mustache, answered me. “Nothing that concerns you, flea.” Flea? That was a new one. The mage had elemental robes, gold with blue trim over his leather armor. Arrogant, this one. “How do you know it doesn’t concern me?” The female mage, with short blonde braids and a permanent scowl, scoffed. “Because the house politics of Enclave noble families don’t concern the trivial pursuits of a yokel like you. Now, shoo.” She waved her hand at me. I laughed and pulled back on my horse’s reins. “It must be very difficult and uncomfortable to ride a horse with that stick up your rear. I commend you for your perseverance.

Well, I have a hard time distinguishing between the indigos and violets, but I think that’s just my refusal to acknowledge they both aren’t purple.

There’s probably some sort of long-term negative effect of not sleeping,

Can I ask why we went with red?” I muttered. “I’m more of a black and white kind of guy to tell you the truth.” “Yes, but you always get blood all over your shirts,” the princess replied as she popped the top button on my shirt open. “I thought we might as well lean into it. This way, if you have to kill someone, you still look nice.

Shad had briefed him, though, even making up a silly limerick so it would stick. How had it gone? Something like: Long in the face is Svante, his smile has nowhere to go; He’s always fighting with Rada, with the amazing red nose; Xiaolang of course is with them, wise and mysterious is he; Which only leaves Vanya, who’s lost his hair because of the three.

I improved my sleeping circadian rhythm with red and infrared light exposures.

If you build an organization to protect against a threat that is imaginary, it is inevitable that organization will imagine new threats at every turn,

I attribute my ability to diagnose and treat my chronic health conditions to the Red Cross and St. John’s Ambulance training that I did in my youth.

Drew, my name is Drew. If the world is over, then I’m not going to go by the designator the coast guard assigned me. The ‘slave name’ as someone I knew once called it.

I started to get very itchy ankles in my late forties and they were so itchy that I would scratch them red raw. The itching miraculously disappeared after I started hormone supplementation.

I grinned and slid my palm along the smooth curve of a fender. The finish was cherry red on my father’s version, but I liked the glint of the cold steel a little better. It gave the classic Mustang an angry glint that matched my mindset well, but I spent some time changing the surface quality in order to give the metal a sandblasted texture. Then I took another swig and gently placed the steel panels against the far wall of the workshop, and with a few shelves shifted to the side, most of the pieces were concealed from view. Once I’d finished the roof panel and both bumpers with the same slow and steady approach, I moved on to the hood and the trunk components next, as well as the compartment that would serve as the trunk itself. The first hood warped under the force of me shimmying it, but by the third try, I had it sturdy at half an inch thick with a gentle bevel along the edges. The entire top frame took only a few hours to create, and I grinned at Ruela as I tucked the last disassembled portion behind the vat of water in the corner. “Don’t tell Aeris,” I muttered to the wolfish beast. “He may know nothing about rifles, but he’s bound to notice there’s a slight difference in size going on here.

Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unquenchable soul.

In the meantime, however, people are going to wonder why you were in my shop. Buy a whelkie?” Ishmael gestured at an array of hand-carved wooden statues beside David.

Mason, I need you,” Shoshanne whimpered into my ear, and she forced my fingers into her taut pussy. “Will you tie me down and make me beg for it? Please?” “No, tie me down first,” Deya moaned. “I’ll let you do anything you want to me and more. Wouldn’t you like that?” “Aaalfreeeed!” I bellowed. “Code red! Code red!

Drew sighed. The stupid system was making him feel empathy for that asshole.

Fae creatures are born into certain races like fairies, elves, and ogres. Each type of fae has their own brand of unique magic talents specific to their race. While mages are closer to humans, they possess an innate magic talent and can learn and grow their index of spells and abilities.

She’s a Level Five mage.

Wait, is that who I think it is?” Goldie asks in an awed tone. She knows her mage celebrities, so I've no doubt Goldie is well aware who is standing before us. I lick my suddenly parched lips and croak out their names. “Hansel and Gretel.

Blood red, for the House of Craving. It's the house of siphons—legacies like vampires, sirens, succubi and incubi, and a few others. They feed on blood, dreams, emotions, and so forth in exchange for their intimidating powers, including immortality. Golden yellow, for the House of Shifters. There were once animal shifters of all kinds, but now only the apex predators remain. Wolves, bears, lions, tigers, sea serpents, griffins… Theirs is the House of primal instinct and territorial savagery. Silvery blue, for the House of Elementals. The gods bless the descendants of this House with the ability to wield the four elements: fire, air, water, or earth. This House is far more devout in worshipping the gods, who handpick the elementals’ abilities for them at birth. And finally, emerald green for the House of Arcana. Full of magic-users—aka casters—of all origins. Fae, sorcerers, witches and wizards, mages…it’s a mixed bag of various talents, but everyone here has magic in their very blood, which they can wield. It's the House I was sorted into.

Reds were one of the seven great prismatic families. They were duelists, known for creating some of the most lethal single combat mages of all time.