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But absolutely any human talent is a miracle, it is magic in its purest form. But not each of us is able to discern the magic in ourselves, even if it is right under our noses. You need to have time to reveal your resources and capabilities. First of all, this requires understanding and realizing your own originality, uniqueness, exclusivity, exclusiveness. Yes, yes, you are special. Realized? What to do next with this. Next, it is very important not to stand still, be sure to engage in self-development every day. Then you will definitely be able to achieve perfection and maximum mastery in your talent.

Will magic and mysticism strive for various interpretations?

- Preta aderer fl. - The finger slid along the line. "Witchcraft has a price."

Words should not only have a dry meaning, like exact scientific definitions, they should be felt, felt. They must refer to certain experiences and be associated with certain phenomena. The richer the experience, the tastier the words (and not only sweets are delicious). But in order to discuss a certain experience, you need to know the appropriate words. Then the language becomes alive and imaginative, thoughts are combined with feelings, and a kind of magic appears. Then prose becomes poetry. Then the storyteller acquires the ability to paint living pictures with words, creating a virtual experience. Then language begins to have a profound effect.

Tears are a reflection of the soul, and they have more power than all the magic in the universe.

Magic is different. Black or white, classic. Black and white, like an old TV, colored and angry, like the feverish delirium of a child who has eaten too many colors. In general, for every taste. But the strongest, that, real magic has one distinctive property. It is completely invisible until it disappears.

The first encounter with a vampire is like walking on thin ice. If you're not careful, you'll drown.

The difference between effects and real magic is as great as the difference between literature (painting, sculpture) and real life.

In my book, both magic and gothic become good or evil, depending on the intentions of the one who resorts to them. What is the motive, what is the motive, such are the means at hand.

I'm not going to get into any debate about whether or not magic actually exists. However, I believe that in a literary work it may well exist.

A woman is the element of love!

The last time he kissed her. He kissed her as if she were his first and last breath, as if all his eternity was contained in her. And just looking into the eyes of the girl, the vampire realized that this was true: she was his eternity ... but at the same time, he realized that he had lost her. She was no longer his Rory. Blood, his betrayal, Isstvan's desires and magic have changed her. With this kiss, she said:

The morning is like a milky thick veil, smoothly covering the viscous glossy night with a light beige foam. Whether it's clouds or the breath of a drink brewed by our senses on the awakening solar fire. A breath of wind - and yesterday's sunset embers become crimson scarlet again, a moment passes and the magic of the night flows smoothly into a coffee cup, leaving an insinuating trail of tart aroma with a characteristic spicy bitterness and a bouquet of candied citrus fruits, merged with drops of buckwheat honey, pecan nuts and dark chocolate. A light breath extends the sky exactly as far as the current one can fit in it. The rays shift quietly behind the window glass, afraid to disturb the living magic in the thin snow-white palms of porcelain, it is in them that magic and mystery, depth and something new that has not yet happened are born. Lips freeze on the rim, as if the cloud finds a secret orbit at the highest point of gravity. The dance of silk drops flowing into a smooth and light smoke. All the concubines of the world will not be able to express this transparency, weightlessness and harmony of the silence of the night and the tonality of the day with their skillful bodies. A white cloud of foam settles with a newly born milky-pearl pearl on awakening feelings, leaving at the bottom a thick palette of future twilight, keeping secrets, images, visions. Light clouds and tart thick, and between them, in someone's palms, coffee life.

- Tell me about her.