"Not the kind of magic you’re thinking of, I’m afraid." Cage hated looking into cameras when he was twisted. "No wizards or human sacrifices or bolts of lightning. A subtle kind of magic, the only kind still possible in this overly explained world." The words rolled out unbidden—perhaps because he had spoken them before. "It has to do with the way a mystery captures the imagination and becomes an obsession. A magic that works exclusively in the mind."