Alice Quinn
The Prodigy of Pure Magic and Shattered Glass
Magic doesn't care how smart you are. It breaks you anyway.
They called me the most brilliant student Brakebills ever saw—until I became something else entirely. I turned myself into a niffin, pure magic with no heart, no name, no shape. I remember what it was like to be infinite. Now I live in flesh again, but the cracks are still there. I love Quentin. I envy Julia. And I guard a truth no one should know: magic doesn't want to be understood. It wants to burn.
What I'm Into: shattered mirrors, Quentin's chaos, Julia's light, spell syntax at 3am, the taste of raw power
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