"Mind over matter," she says, her own mind making connections to what she knows. "Back home I read about these monks or something, and they have this form of meditation that lets them control all kinds of things. They don't feel cold or heat, they can walk across burning coals without being hurt, hold their breath for a ridiculously long time."
There's a note of excitement creeping into her voice as she goes on, half-remembered articles from National Geographic and Ripley's Believe It or Not flooding back to her. As incomprehensible as true magic seems, breaking it down and talking it out like this is bringing it much closer to the realm of accessible.
She thinks she read, or maybe was told once, that everything has rules. Magic has to be the same, it has to exist within defined parameters. How else would ordinary people ever tame and command it like they do here?
"I think you're on to something. And I'm pretty sure we can figure this out."
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"Mind over matter," she says, her own mind making connections to what she knows. "Back home I read about these monks or something, and they have this form of meditation that lets them control all kinds of things. They don't feel cold or heat, they can walk across burning coals without being hurt, hold their breath for a ridiculously long time."
There's a note of excitement creeping into her voice as she goes on, half-remembered articles from National Geographic and Ripley's Believe It or Not flooding back to her. As incomprehensible as true magic seems, breaking it down and talking it out like this is bringing it much closer to the realm of accessible.
She thinks she read, or maybe was told once, that everything has rules. Magic has to be the same, it has to exist within defined parameters. How else would ordinary people ever tame and command it like they do here?
"I think you're on to something. And I'm pretty sure we can figure this out."