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You can't kill the one who conquered death.
- Camelot will never fall to a sorcerer while I'm king!

In magic no mess.

I put a tooth under your pillow, and while you're asleep, the tooth fairy come and change it for a coin.
- Some kind fairy will come to my room while I'm sleeping and take my tooth? It's creepy. No, thank you.

Bran was relieved... but frustrating, too. Magic is capable of everything: the dead come to life, the trees talk, and broken boys become knights when they grow up.
But the magic is over, ' he said into the darkness of his room, lying in bed, and tales - they are fairy tales.
He never walk, nor fly, and a knight too, will not.

Property magic is to turn grey the things of the world in gold, in silver, maybe bronze, maybe copper, but certainly with a glare that says the soul and points to the inner wealth that gaze unseeing appear to be casual and nothing telling. Moonbeam will go down in night room and white curtain on the window becomes similar to a easy outfit of a young witch who now will go on a dewy meadow and will collect for tinogasta night herbs. Spring breeze will lift a branch, and swing her, approaching and distancing, you'll Wake up in the shower singing lullabies gazing dream. The distant glow of the dawn, still not came to our world, will slip a little bit on the top leaves of the tallest tree in the forest, and the bird sleeping on a tree branch, perhaps, the very bottom, Wake up and ring a crystal bell. It's all magic. Also magic and the artist concerning his word simple phenomena and forcing him to tell an unusual and inspired.

Conductor of the symphonic orchestra magical Director.

What do you mean "werewolf" - I knew from the carpenters. It's not like every baptized person, and therefore speaks as witches.

We counted the stars in order not to get lost...

The magic leaves this world. And that is why we, the magical creatures get weaker.
Magic is draining from the world and with it, we are magical creatures grow ever weaker.

When I was a kid, the whole world was full of magic.
When I was a child, the whole world was full of magic.

Magic is when a little boy with a broom playing football. And here is clearly a miracle!

Life is something mysterious, like a dream, fairy tale, magic, and we absolutely don't know who we are and what we do happens. Magic permeates everything, and the mystery has no beginning and no end, a mystery right now, watching your eyes to this world. Just someone who is so used to everything that does not think about it or not want or can not. However, the mystery does not cease to be mystery, and magic magic.

Arrow of Jupiter I have split this proud spirit,
Unleashed rocks
With the roots of pine I pulled out of the cedars,
In my opinion the behest of the grave dutifully returned dead.
All this I accomplished from my art.

SNiP, snap, snurre... pure, bailure.