Dorothy debe morir

I leaned back in my seat, knowing that with witches, it only tangled things up when you asked too many questions. It was easier to just wait for them to explain themselves.

He stared at me for what felt like the longest time. But he didn't say anything else.

Suddenly I was aware of how close we were standing. So close I could smell his familiar sandalwood scent. I felt a pull toward him. One I didn't just attribute to magic.

The magic is everywhere. It's waiting for you to take it and make it your own.

"What I seek, I shall find, what I see, will be mine"

All that mind reading, and you still can't see inside the heart.

He grabbed my hands suddenly. - Magic is just energy that wants to be something different- he reminded me. - So take what you're feeling right now and turn it into something different. Turn it into magic.

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.

"Who are you?" I should have had an answer to that. Everyone should have an answer to that. But I didn't.

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?