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Magic was a living thing---that, everyone knew---but to Kell it felt like more, like a friend, like family. It was, after all, a part of him (much more than it was a part of most) and he couldn't help feeling like it knew what he was saying, what he was feeling, not only when he summoned it, but always, in every heartbeat and every breath. He was, after all, Antari.

“I apologize for shooting you in the leg. I was myself entirely.”

“Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?”

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC  BY V. E. SCHWAB

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab

Still, it does not seem such a bad word.

“What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget. Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.                                       Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—                                                                         or to find strength in a very long one.”

Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?