magic literature

He breathes my name and there is more magic in the dulcet tones of his salted caramel voice, than any fairytale could even begin to imagine. His mouth blows the forgotten embers of magic in my bones. They burn the stardust alive and it encircles my spine, it makes me glow. And the truth is, even the sight of his calloused hands have me biting my lower lip at the thought of what spells they could cast on my body.
—  Nikita Gill, Warlock
It’s so weird how life is so full of moving around – people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person’s going to steal your heart. You never know which place is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe.
—  Natalie Lloyd, A Snicker of Magic