The next several days passed in a blur. Driz spent long hours reading massive tomes from Cory’s extensive library. They were clearly ancient, hand-scribed in crabbed script so old the characters bore little resemblance to the modern uniform shapes produced by a printing press. In between those sessions of reading, Cory quizzed him at length, delving not only into the factual matter presented, but also the philosophy, history, sources and workings of magick.
At times, Driz swore his head would burst from the volume of information he was cramming into his brain. If this material had been covered in any of his formal schooling, he had no recollection of it. He felt as if he’d gone back to the kindergarten phase, yet with adult intensity and complexity. In truth, the Mystical Magick Academy h
