Entwined The Supernatural Quotes

How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)

Quote #1

"Promise me."

"Of… course," said Azalea. "You know I will."

The moment the words escaped her lips a wave of cold prickles washed over her. They tingled down her back, through her veins to her fingertips and toes, flooding her with a cold rain shower of goose prickles. (1.46-48)

Without realizing it, Azalea has just sworn on silver, which is an oath enforced by magic—so no wonder she gets goose bumps. We imagine Azalea's mom knows what she is doing when she makes her daughter take this oath, and we can guess at how desperate she must be to try to do something to help her family since her time to live is officially limited.

Quote #2

"Do you feel that?" Mother said, when Azalea had mastered the brilliant, dizzy step. "That warm, flicker bit inside of you? That's magic. The deepest sort. So deep it doesn't have a name. But it is magic, just the same." (3.52)

This deep, warm, flickery kind of magic is something Azalea feels when she dances with her mother or her sisters. It's not the same kind of magic as the enchanted tea set that (kinda creepily) can move around on its own and snap at you—no, it's a different kind of magic, one that doesn't have a name (which makes it difficult to talk about, unfortunately for us).

Quote #3

"That mark, the D'Eathe mark, when it's on brick, marks a hidden passage. Did you know that? You can open it by rubbing silver on it." (4.87)

So you look for a certain stamp on a brick, rub something silver on it, and it opens into a magic passage. Got it—thanks, Mr. Bradford. Azalea has never heard this before, but now that she knows to keep an eye out for the D'Eathe mark on bricks within the palace, she manages to find the hidden passage inside her bedroom that leads to Keeper's pavilion. So in a sense, this whole thing is Mr. Bradford's fault.

Quote #4

Everything sparkled in bits, catching highlights in glisters as she moved. Even the path beneath her feet. She turned to a glass-spun tree on her left. Silver ornaments glowed along the delicate silver leaves—glimmering glass plums. Azalea touched one. Its edging glittered as it swayed. Next to the ornament, strings of pearls swathed each branch in swooping arcs. (7.40)

Whoa dude—the magic passageway is really magical on the inside. Pearls don't grow on trees in the real world, that's for sure, and glass plums seem like a poor way for trees to reproduce by putting their seeds out into the world. The whole place seems like the inside of one of those shake-it-up glass balls filled with little snowflakes and charming little scenes.

Quote #5

"Until earlier this year, I was hardly more than brick and mortar. Something happened to the magic object—it was partially broken. Broken enough that I have my magic back, at least in part […] I need you to find the magic object, and destroy it," said Keeper. (14.116-118)

It wouldn't be a good story about magic if there weren't a quest involved. And here we see the quest revealed: Keeper wants the girls to find the magic object related to his confinement, and destroy it so that he can be free. It seems like a harmless enough request, right? But then, is anything to do with magic ever really harmless?

Quote #6

"My father told me about the High King […] I never believed that he could actually capture souls. I always thought it was just rumor. Souls. That's the deep sort of magic." (24.40)

The High King could apparently do all kinds of magic, like enchanting the palace to capture people in vines and curtain ties, but capturing souls is a different type of magic entirely. Mr. Bradford seems to have a little more knowledge about magic than Azalea does, because he knows enough to differentiate between the types of magic and to be a little skeptical about the soul-capturing part. Maybe if Azalea had had more knowledge (and more skepticism) she wouldn't have been drawn in by Keeper's ploy as easily.

Quote #7

Mother made a sharp movement, and the ornaments smashed to the ground— And rose up again like spirits, their silver swirls blossoming into skirts, glass shards forming into fitted suitcoats, silver-toned ladies and gentlemen with powdered faces, white as frosted glass. They had gaping holes for eyes. Azalea shrank as they towered over her. (25.48-49)

Keeper, wearing the shape of Azalea's mom, works some creepy magic here. Maybe it's not as rare or impressive as capturing souls, but it's still scary stuff. These silver-ornament-people are still solid enough to restrain Azalea, push her around, and knock her to the ground.

Quote #8

"Ah," he said. "And now you know why I keep things. The same reason your father keeps your mother's things locked away from sight, and keeps you in mourning. Every object a person owns, no matter how poor, has a piece of them in it." (25.67)

We're a little concerned that the High King D'Eathe (a.k.a. Keeper) has this whole other magical power that nobody knows about until now. It's pretty darn scary to think about him running around impersonating people whose belongings he gets his hands on.

Quote #9

Inside her chest, a warm, billowing something swept through her, to the tips of her fingers, the bottoms of her feet, shining like a brilliant beam of light. It wasn't the hot, boiling feeling of her temper, nor was it the cold wash of tingles that Swearing on Silver brought. It was deeper. It didn't just pour through her body, but penetrated her soul. (28.140)

So now we've experienced a few different types of magic through Azalea's adventures—there's the cold tingly feeling of Swearing on Silver, and the heat of her temper (which we're guessing is like blood magic). And now we get a glimpse into the deep magic of the soul, which is warm and yet still elusive.

Quote #10

She brushed the soot from her finger, leaving streaks of gray-silver on her skirts, remembering the light that seemed to wash over her, how warm the King's hand had been—and the flicker of warmth she still felt inside her. And she thought she understood. She knew now why that sort of magic—the deepest magic—hadn't been named. Some things couldn't be. (30.37)

Azalea brings up a good point: what do you call the rare kind of magic that's fueled by love and can bring someone back from the brink of death? It's connected to the soul, and to love, and to… well… we can't really put it under a microscope and study it. That seems to be the point of this kind of magic: it arises when needed, and further attempts to categorize it just won't work.