How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
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.