You don’t have to bewitch me, Aiden. I like you already.
I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.
Lanith? Don’t bewitch the Church boys. Their disappointment is a mess to untangle when they follow you home.
An Enforcer’s style is to destroy all magicians in sight and lap up their essence like a starved cur.
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
Goons were the lowest sort of homunculi, only superior to zombies.