Sam stopped pacing and stared at the ceiling. Now that suggestion was the open door to madness. "I don’t deny that something happens when a real magician does what he calls casting a spell. I was trained to believe in hard evidence. Yes, his spell burned something. How can I deny that? I felt the ash and smelled the smoke. But don’t try to tell me it’s funny hand gestures, strange words, and the power of the stars. It’s got to be something else, some kind of subconscious manipulation of ultra-low-frequency electromagnetic radiation, maybe."