“Stepping through the mirror was like no physical experience he'd ever had. It was like swimming if the water was made of treacle and also of outer space, sweet and airless and tugging and infinite, and dark in a way that wasn't a binary to light but rather a different state entirely, complete unto itself. The body of the darkness was sound, which was sensation: countless wings brushing against one another, countless blades of golden grass moving in an endless wind, every distant highway ever heard.” SoundMagicSwimmingMirrorInk Blood Sister ScribeNicholasNicholas MaxwellTeleportationMagic Mirror Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“A sense of isolation so complete it was almost a sound, a grim buzz, the way she imagined magic sounded.” SoundMagicIsolationBuzzEstherInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsEsther Kalotay Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“It took her a moment, as always, to acclimate to the roar that surged in her mind's ears, a sound she had attempted to describe to her sister and mother more than once but never could. Like being filled with golden bees that were all actually one bee, which was actually a field of shining wheat rustling beneath a blazing sun. It was a sound but not a sound. It was in her ears but it was in her head. It was like tasting a feeling and the feeling was power.” SoundMagicNoiseBeesWheatSoundsInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsJoannaJoanna Kalotay Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe