Magic That Works Per Vonnegut Novels & Stories

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

My magic is trained to build, not to break. Concentrating on my breath, I let my magic flow freely around the hut. Golden, lilac, purple tendrils flow out of my fingertips, sinuously curving down my body, over the floor, over the walls, over the roof, until the whole hut is bathed in magical light. Focusing on my power, I let my magical essence gel with the essence of the hut. My magic is bright and light, whereas the essence of the hut is dense, strong, earthy. It reminds me of Aldrich in a strange way. I probe with my magic along the wall, feeling out the best place to create a window.

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

He also wishes the warriors don’t come back with the Magic Bean and so he consulted with certain wicked Oracle in the far land to make sure the warriors won’t be able to find the Beans or not return home. The Oracle told him that if he can…

"Vitr Ans!" As soon as I pointed the tip of my Viglet at a rock the size of a cow, the heavy object flew above the ground. As if ignoring the laws of physics, the rock floated in the air regardless of mass and gravity. Isaac Newton wouldn't believe this. Maybe he would rise from his grave if he found out magic really existed. The magic system in this world or Esze was beyond reason. Modern people like me didn't even have the slightest idea how it worked in detail.

Her whole body was disjointed and joined differently. Several men arrived while Olga was raving crazily. Desperation lent her strength to use the wand gripped tightly by her hands. "Prepare your magic net!" Vino instructed urgently. His power was depleted rapidly. The witch proved to be stubborn opponent. 'I don't want to burn at the stakes!' Olga screamed mentally while her wand waved at one direction. The wand pointed at the men. They became mice. Vino was distracted. He stopped the windstorm created by his waving hands momentarily. He used his magic to the mice. They became men again.

“I’m sure you can work up a rune to find what we are looking for.” “And risk bringing this place down on our heads?” The magic in the Zanu Desert fought against Sven. Like opposing sides of an enormous, powerful magnet, his shadow magic and that found here repelled each other. In such small quarters, the friction it would generate could cause a bigger cave-in. “Yes. I suppose dying would be counterproductive.”

"Eliot said magic can manipulate our senses. It makes someone feel something isn't there. Otherwise, they feel something shouldn't have been there. It might be the case why I did feel nothing when Eve was intimate with someone else." I was silent again while sinking everything. Okay. It made sense. There was no pain or scars. But there was one more question. "Then she might tell the truth. Someone raped her, and you couldn't feel it because magic prevented you from sensing it." "I agree with your last statement, but not the first one. Eliot also told me such kind of magic only works if the person gives the witch Eve and my belongings, like hair or blood, to put into the cast. And it needs a

He shouted after the others and then he was gone. The cold of the ground and the bite of the wind immediately penetrated Oren’s clothing letting him know he was still out in the cold, wounded and vulnerable. He realized his hand was still wrapped around the Spell Node and the magic contained within still oozed out into his palm. He stopped the flow and tried to move. Whether it was the stiffness of the cold or the grievousness of his wounds, he moved very slowly and painfully to a sitting position. His magic had done its job and kept him alive this long, but no amount of magic in Oren’s hands could heal him. He might be able to heal others, but healing oneself takes the very energy you need

Bernie took a sip of the coffee. “You humans and your misguided values. A eugenicist decoded the book in hopes he could remove all the handicapped, and the slow-witted from the world. A single word changed the entire intention of his spell. Avalon and earth have combined into a single realm. In short, magic has returned to earth. As have all the creatures of legend and lore.” Bernie asked the question on everyone’s mind, “Do humans have magic?” Elphame rose from her chair and gripped Bernie’s double chin with a bejeweled hand, “Are your eyes normally blue?”