Danielle Paige

"━Quiero decir que, en el mundo de Dorothy,palabras como 《buena》 o 《malvada》no tiene ningún sentido".

-¡Mátala!-chilló Dorothy., tan fuerte que pensé que me reventaría los tímpanos-. ¡Mata a esa zorra!
-No te has enterado-dije, mientras me lanzaba hacia ella, bajando el hombro-. Tú eres la zorra. ¡Yo soy una bruja!

Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. It wants to change. That's what makes it magic. [...] You just take the energy, and you tell it what to be.

-Dime solo una cosa-le pregunté tras darme la vuelta. Ella se encogió de hombros, sin comprometerse a nada. No se había movido del punto en que la había dejado-. En el lugar de donde vengo hablan de Oz. He oído hablar de él toda mi vida. Pero esto está hecho un asco. ¿Qué ha pasado aquí?
El rostro impasible de Índigo se transformó en una mueca socarrona.
-Lo que pasó fue Dorothy.

One thing you have to understand -she said-, is that all magic users have our own specialties. We each have our own affinities for certain kinds of magic. It has to do with your personality. Once you understand what kinds of magic you're best suited for, it will be easier. But before you can do that, you need to know who you are. The essence of what makes you YOU. So. Who are you?

Power and magic flowed between us like when he'd first showed me what magic was. But it wasn't magic at all this time. It was something completely human. Things we couldn't or wouldn't say with millions of words were all there, all at once. Everything we shared and everything we were was contained in this single perfect moment.

Todos los caminos llevan al mismo sitio

He looked at me and I knew he saw everything I was feeling in my eyes. Without speaking he leaned in and kissed me. He slid his hands down the side of my waist as I ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair. I knew I'd be smelling sandalwood in my dreams for the rest of my life.

[...] after all the hours locked away in here, all alone, it really did help just to have him sitting next to me. Just to hear another human voice, to be able to ask a question and get an answer back, even if it wasn't the right answer.

For the first time I didn't think that he was trying to hurt me. Maybe he spoke only one language. The truth, and nothing but. [...] In a place like this, that little bit of truth might be a compass in an upside-down world.