Animagus Quotes

“Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.”
― Barbara T. Cerny

“I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, The Tiefling: Angel Kissed, Devil Touched

“In the middle of a battle on Candentis Academy, a silver snake slithered toward a crumpled form. No one saw its winding progress through the grass. Secrecy was the reason Princewell transformed: to travel unnoticed to his target. However, given the serpent’s almost glowing silver, anyone who did see him would probably realize it wasn’t just a snake but a man who had morphed. Not that it would have mattered anyway. Princewell was one of the few persons in the Triskai who could wield magic while in his animal form. Any unfortunate person who challenged him would make that fatal discovery when it was too late.
But Princewell didn’t like to kill, not in the usual sense anyway. Killing blows, spells, and curses—he found all these methods too bland, unimaginative, and sacrilegious for his own taste. Death should be the climax of a long and complex symphony, and even then, it should not be the end. He had the ability to steal whatever afterlife his target was entitled to. He liked to entice human vices, pitting men one against the other. He enjoyed watching them destroying themselves within his binds of silver magic—his web of trickery. So confident was he in his abilities, that he would soon attempt to swindle an old god in his quest to achieve a status never before seen in history.”
― Asher Sharol, Binds of Silver Magic