There must be a Magic Shop. That’s a rule inscribed upon the firmament just a few degrees from the Hennaed Hand of Cassiopeia. Next time you’re away from the bright lights of the city and the night sky is clear, just look up and you’ll see it. You may have to squint. We take […]

  Magic rarely presents itself as such. Postal owls are quite rare. Aged maps, cryptic advertisements, and vagabond ravings are more typical introductions to the uncanny. The sensible thing is to ignore it. That’s always an option. Magic never arrives as a demand. It doesn’t even make a promise, just offers an invitation. Mine came […]