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“Pushing magic toward the candle, I willed it to light. Nothing happened. Irys made a strangled sound and the candle burned. “Are you directing your magic to the candle?” “Yes. Why?” “You just ordered me to light the candle for you,” Irys said in exasperation. “And I did it.”

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Book:Magic Study
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Magic Study

This book delves into a richly imagined world where magic is a vital part of daily life and education. It follows the journey of a student as they learn the intricacies of magical arts and the challenges they face in mastering this ancient discipline. more

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Maria V. Snyder
Maria V. Snyder

Maria V. Snyder is an American author of science fiction and fantasy novels. Known for her unique magical systems and engaging storylines, her works have gained popularity since their publication in 2005. The specific birth and death dates are unknown. more

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