She leaned back in her chair, examining me closely. I had no idea what she was looking for—shock? Disbelief? Horror? Well, it was too late for shock; Campbell’s magical fire had taken care of that. I knew too little about what she was talking about to be horrified by it. And disbelief… I always hated it in books where the heroine is presented with evidence of a mystical world and then spends the next two hundred pages insisting it’s all a hoax.
