Real Magic

Real magic is not complicated, but it is mysterious. It flows through our veins like sap in a tree: sweet and sticky below the surface, locked inside of us like a golden secret.

Sometimes, we have just enough magic for a normal life.

Sometimes, we have so much magic that it bursts out of us and changes the world.

When your magic touches the world, what kind of magician are you?


The doors swing open.  Flames leap from bronze braziers set in wide marble pedestals.  Long tapestries depicting great battles adorn the walls.  The Cyclops sits in a gargantuan chair with a feast laid out on the table before him.

Wolfmen, lizardmen, gnomes, faeries, and other magical humanoids sit around long tables enjoying the feast.

Excerpt from the first draft of Bunny.