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“This is a lesson in creation: The first blood of blood magic is always your own.”
― Jeff Mach, There and Never, Ever Back Again: Diary of a Dark Lord

“After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she could take another rbreath, his lips met hers in rapture, and suddenly, she was lost within the tragic abyss of falling beneath a lovebinding spell.”
― Keira D. Skye

“Perhaps there's some truth to the idea that the real danger of blood magic isn't that it draws the power from sacrifice, or that it tempts the greedy and ambitious into using the suffering of others to fuel their spells. Perhaps the danger is simply that we do not understand it, and that lack of understanding invites disaster even when our intentions are pure.”
― Liane Merciel, Last Flight

“Pleased as punch. That's an odd-sounding turn of phrase, isn't it? How can a punch be pleased? It's punch. Rum and lemons and such. And if it's the other sort of punch they mean, a punch in the face- well that doesn't sound very pleasing at all, does it?”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“Pearl spent the passing days buried so deep in the musty, dusty sorcery tomes that sometimes when she emerged, she spoke in archaic english. "Hast thou a light?" she'd asked him this afternoon when her study room had grown dark with gathering clouds.”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mountibg a carriage”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mounting a carriage”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold his lips against the back a long moment. He did not exactly kiss it so much as breathe her in. She feared her hand smelled of bacon, but he didn't seem to care.”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“Amanusa sighed. She held out her hand to her husband who helped her to her feet. "Back to the salt mine Grey calls a workroom. I left my students practicing lancing."

"Good god," Grey exclaimed. "The floors will be awash in blood."

"Hardly. They're practicing on themselves. Most of them haven't managed to pierce the skin yet." Amanusa shook her head in mild disappointment.”
― Gail Dayton, Heart's Blood

“Words came to her from outside of memory; they fluttered against her heart like a rush of wings and soared from her voice in a song she'd never known. A song she'd always known. She hummed the incantation, and the force of magic behind it erupted in a crescendo through her blood. Every cell in her body vibrated with pure joy. I have lived this before. This is my destiny. I am Zyne.”
― Gwen Mitchell, Rain of Ash