Modern Sorcery: A Jonathan Shade Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Frank said. “We can’t penetrate the barrier,” Al said. Sometimes people will believe what they want to believe, and all the evidence in the world won’t change their views. If they’d bothered to pay attention, they’d see that the crystal shards had been blown around my feet and the front half of the room had nothing on the floor. They might have noticed that the wall behind me had wisps of smoke trailing from it. Maybe their view was slightly obscured by the shimmering barrier, but that barrier had not blocked their attack at all. “You got lucky,” Cantrell said, stabbing a stubby forefinger in my direction. “Damn, I knew I should have bought a Powerball ticket today.” I approached the barrier but stopped before I reached it. I didn’t want to just walk through it while they were still under the impression that magic worked on me. That would be stupid, and my mother tried to instill some sense into my head before she passed away. I like to believe that some of it took seed and maybe even grew. Then again, when I was twenty, I felt certain that I knew everything, while these days I felt certain I knew nothing. Amazing how the intelligence goes away as you get older. It can’t be that we learn that we aren’t as smart as we think. Right? Anselma stared at me. It was a stern look, but from the modicum of respect it contained, I wondered if she realized the energy had passed through the barrier. I decided she must not have been able to tell or she’d have said something about it. She looked away from me and addressed Naomi. “You and I are going to talk. I don’t want this conversation to be overheard by Mr.
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