Scrying Quotes

“Nesta,' he said into her ear. 'Nesta, open your hand and come back.'

Her breathing sharpened. The cold deepened.

'Nesta,' he snarled-

And the cold halted. It didn't vanish, but rather... stopped. Nesta's eyes flicked open.

Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them.

Rhys shoved Feyre behind him. She shoved her way back to his side. But Nesta's hand continued to squeeze Cassian's. He squeezed back, let his Siphons send a bite of power into her skin.

She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his.

Death watched him.

But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, 'Hello, Nes.'

Nesta blinked, and he let his Siphons bite her with his power again. The fire flickered.

He nodded to the map, 'Let go of the stones and bones.' He didn't let her scent his fear. Here was the being the Bone Carver had whispered about, exalted and feared.

'Let go of the stones and bones, and then you and I can play.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“No recorded vision is perfect, of high visions, for the seer must keep either his physical organs or his memory in working order. And neither is capable. There is no bridge. One can only be conscious of one thing at a time, and as the consciousness moves nearer to the vision, it loses control of the physical and mental.”
― Aleister Crowley, Visions & Voices: Aleister Crowley's Enochian Visions with Astrological & Qabalistic Commentary

“The knife; tool of the Thief, Skeben. I believe this is a mark of the prisoner’s guilt.”
There was a howl of “no!” from the prisoner. For the first time, Minister Terell smiled.
“The last rune,” Alexa said, louder. The disc had a simple circle with a dot at its heart. “It’s a mark of the world and the path. What ends will begin anew.”
― Mara Amberly, Fire and Gold

“Witchcraft is a dark mirror into which we scry, delving into the unfathomable waters of dream and vision, to peer beyond the veil and the world of things known and into the secret inner workings of nature herself.”
― Storm Faerywolf, Forbidden Mysteries of Faery Witchcraft