Matt actually has to check his own book that he’s carrying, because he hasn’t been reading it so much as using it like a paper-brick amulet. Aleister Crowley.
Of course it is.
“He’s undoubtedly the embarrassing racist-and-or-sexist uncle of the magical world,” Matt disclaims, rueful. “But he has some good points. ‘Love is the law.’” He smiles, shaking his head. “Anyway, it’s not like I was getting a whole lot of reading done while you were playing. I didn’t want to miss anything. You are seriously, really talented.”
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Matt actually has to check his own book that he’s carrying, because he hasn’t been reading it so much as using it like a paper-brick amulet. Aleister Crowley.
Of course it is.
“He’s undoubtedly the embarrassing racist-and-or-sexist uncle of the magical world,” Matt disclaims, rueful. “But he has some good points. ‘Love is the law.’” He smiles, shaking his head. “Anyway, it’s not like I was getting a whole lot of reading done while you were playing. I didn’t want to miss anything. You are seriously, really talented.”