Magic does not just consist of waving a wand and saying a few words. It is long and drawn out, intense and dark and sultry. It is not like a firework or a sparkler, and there are no immediate results. It is an art made of ritual and sacrifice, of time and emotion, effort and pain. You will only get out of it what you give, and you’ll never manage to move mountains with a simple flick of your wrist, but if you wait for the right time and place and day and season, just to mix the right herbs and spices, then the world will fall asunder at your fingertips, as easily as any petty motion of the arm.
