It is so easy for your people to forget that everything has a spirit, that all are equal. That magic and mystery are a part of your lives, not something to store away in a child's bedroom, or to use as an escape from your lives.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.

The trouble with magic is that there's too much it just can't fix. When things go wrong, glimpsing junkyard faerie and crows that can turn into girls and back again doesn't help much. The useful magic's never at hand. The three wishes and the genies in bottles, seven-league boots, invisible cloaks and all. They stay in the stories, while out here in the wide world we have to muddle through as best we can on our own.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.

Under the skin, intense fires burn.