~”Magic was a series of journeys, Casimir reflected as he spiraled down, down, down. Journeys through the landscapes of one’s mind, reflected in the outer world.  Journeys . . . which were nothing but efflorescences of power and thus ultimately of someone elses’s mind.  Journeys through non-space . . . in search of yet greater power.  And now this power made possible a journey through earth and rock, into places long forgotten by mortals.” ~ Yves Meynard, Chrysanthe.