A Boy's Life

...to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It's not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don't know it's happening until one day you feel you've lost something but you're not sure what it is. It's like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you "sir." It just happens.

These memories of who i was and where i lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who i'm going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if i am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and i want to tell you.


Sai, io credo nella magia. Sono nato e cresciuto in un tempo magico, in una città magica, tra i maghi. Molti altri non si accorgevano che vivevamo in questa ragnatela di magia, tenuta insieme da fili argentati di possibilità e circostanza. Ma io l'ho sempre saputo. Quando avevo dodici anni, il mondo era la mia lanterna magica e dal suo ... [segue »]