but knowing and experiencing were two wildly different things, and as Bex watched Adrian fit the last of the standing stones into the new circle that already felt ancient, all she could think was that this was why Gilgamesh had stomped out all the other witches. This was real magic, deep power of the sort that couldn’t be copied by chugging quintessence and saying a few lines of poetry, and the Eternal King was right to fear it.
