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‘Books,’ Morgenes said grandly, leaning back on his precarious stool, ‘books are magic. That is the simple answer. And books are traps as well.’
Doctor Morgenes to Simon, in Tad Williams, The Dragonbone Chair
‘Magic? Traps?’
‘Books are a form of magic’ – the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, – ‘because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm. What did so-and-so think about such-and-such two hundred years ago? Can you fly back through the ages and ask him? No – or at least, probably not. But, ah! If he wrote down his thoughts, if somewhere there exists a scroll, or a book of his logical discourses… he speaks to you! Across centuries! And if you wish to visit far Nascadu, or lost Khandia, you have also but to open a book…’
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