What must it be like, Blythe wondered, to be able to weave an entire world from one’s fingertips? What must it feel like to let one’s imagination run rampant, knowing that every impossibility was within reach? It was wondrous. And for a sliver of a moment, as the barest hint of a smile crossed his lips—not a smirk nor any hint of smugness, but a true and proper smile—so was Aris.
