Cathryn sat in the library reading room, eyes glazed, looking at the book her magic instructor gave her. It still made no sense to her, no matter how many times she read it.
“…focusing on the metaphysical skeleton of the object, one should be able to discern the mana flows along the pseudo-surfaces and facets of the spirit forms….”
What kind of gobbledygook was that? she thought.
“…a mage should be an island of calm logic as they twist their mind to guide the flows of mana to bend the apparent rules of reality….”
Say what? Bending reality by twisting the mind? “Apparent” reality? This book is full of gibberish!
She shut the heavy book with a thump. She leaned forward, groaned, and let her forehead fall onto her crossed arms, which lay across the now-closed leather bound tome. And to think that she joined the Tondene Imperial Army for this.
It had seemed so simple when the recruiter explained it to her. She had been a baker, making loaves of bread all day. And she had
Morrie and the Case of the Murderous Magician by StevenHanly, literature
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Morrie and the Case of the Murderous Magician
One afternoon, in late October, 1919, while Morrie was in his little office, he was visited by Fabien Smallwood, one of the patrons of the Big 25 saloon and jazz club, who was coming to him to help find his daughter, Alida. She had been last seen playing in front of her house. Nothing had hit the papers yet; this was a black girl, after all, and not someone “important enough” to make the news. He agreed to take the case, being sincerely concerned for the welfare of the girl. He started investigating, starting with the house Alida lived in, the street it was on, and all of the sight lines that someone could have used to watch her before taking her, making the assumption that the kidnapper may have stalked her for a while before snatching her. However, Morrie found that there was nothing conclusive about the street, the houses, and trees and shrubs in the yards. There were plenty of places that the kidnapper could have used to watch his victim.
Morrie then went door to door, talking