“Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here-Ridley”

“So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.”

“Lena: Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have a power.Ethan: Maybe you just have to fall for one.”

“A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears,Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears,Incubus graves and Caster rivers,The Final Page the End delivers.”

“She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power."I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.”

“I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.”

“And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew. ”