OK, I’ll admit that parts of my upcoming book, The Fireborn, are a little tongue in cheek. A big part of this is in rewriting the myths as the story goes on. The main character, Elliot, is a bit of a storyteller. The odd thing is, the more he changes his story the more reality changes to fit that story.
Here is an excerpt from close to the beginning where Elliot discusses magic with his older brother, William. William does not go in for most of Elliot’s explanations and likes to stick with just the facts, thank you very much.
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“Hold on right there,” William said. “I’ve been going along with your mumbo-jumbo but I just have to put my foot down here with this mysticism, voodoo magic crap. I mean, I’m a scientist and don’t believe in curses, the boogieman or magic.”
“Hmm, I know you’ve met my ex-wife,” Elliot answered. “I’m sure you understand curses. As far as the Boogieman goes, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I used to go watch him play at ‘The Blue Page’ down in the Village back in New York. By the way, thinking of good performances, have you ever seen a professional magician?”
“Of course, but that’s not what I mean,” said William. “That’s just sleight of hand, trickery and illusion. It’s simple once you know the secret, not ‘real’ magic.”
“I wouldn’t call some of those illusions simple, not by a stretch!” Elliot continued. “Remember this, an audience member doesn’t know the secret. To the lady sitting in the seventeenth row the magician is doing the impossible. There’s no explanation of how he’s doing it. She knows that the magician has to follow the same laws of physics as every other person who’s ever breathed, and yet her mind allows for the illusion and wants to believe he’s performing magic in much the same way that your mind allows itself to temporarily believe the Star Wars Universe is real.”
“What!” William broke in with mock surprise. “You’re telling me Star Wars isn’t a documentary?!” Continue reading