If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

And sometimes when you fall... you fly...

If a Devil is one who dares, when others hold back, then I am happy to play the Devil in this Mystery, boy.

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

Doing fine, thank you, I would say, never knowing how to talk about what I do. If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my heart. Some of them. Not all.