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particularly good photo of Godzilla. “Oh, Elementals, it is the same copy! How did it get out here?”
    “Have you forgotten? This is the house at Five Corners.”
    “Oh,” Amber stared up into the brilliantly colored ceiling and swallowed nervously. “I forgot. But … when did books start falling out of the sky?”
    “About three weeks after we finished building the library.”
    “Oh.” She continued to study the ranked lines of books. “Oh. Right. That must have given you a shock.”
    “Are you kidding? The big surprise was that the house wasn’t throwing books at us before. Now. If your parents had let you come for training when Lucinda invited you we’d be in better shape today,” began Smoke.
    “Well,” Amber concentrated on the book in her hands. “Back then I didn’t want to come anyway. I was busy. Going off to visit my eccentric aunt came low on a teenager’s list of fun holidays.”
    She blushed as she caught Smoke’s glare.
    “And a college kid list and adult list?” Smoke growled something in a language Amber thought she’d heard before. “When are you gonna grow up, Amber? Your dad can’t run your life forever.”
    “As it happens, I agree with him on some things,” Amber turned away. “I wanted, want the life I have. I love computers and math. They make sense and do what I want. You can’t rely on magic the same way you can with technology.”
    “Amber, you’re a snob. A technology snob. You’re so proud of computers and software and all that modern shit that you can’t see that the old ways still have value. You twit!” His voice became high and squeaky. “ Oh, how wonderful, the computer actually turned on today. Well, I’ll tell you something. Computers might be the next big thing, but magic, real magic, is like a refrigerator!”
    That caught her attention.
    “Excuse me?”
    “A fridge. A plain old ordinary fridge. Bog standard, ordinary, and everyone has one. I trust my fridge. It’s great. It’s reliable. I can buy a fridge, stick it in the kitchen. It does its job and doesn’t need me fussing at it. I can use it, ignore it, and it will chug along doing its job, reliably and won’t crash, not for years. It does what I need. Fifteen, twenty years later it will still be just as good at keeping food cold and gives me a place to leave notes to the family that we need more eggs. Computers? You need a new freakin’ computer every year. You can be all caught up in your wonderful computers, Amber, but give me good old reliable magic every time! The refrigerator of life!”
    “That is freaking weird, Smoke.”
    “Cast a spell, girl. Come back in twenty years. I’ll bet you that the spell will still be running and you abso – bloody – lutely will not be using the same freaking computer!”
    “It’s not the same,” shouted Amber. “You can’t compare computing and magic. It’s like comparing apples and oranges.”
    “It is the same. If you’d open your mind you’d see it. You use computers to perform functions, you use magic just the same way … if you have a brain in your head you do not ignore what the best tool is for a job … or have you given up carrying a pen in your bag for those occasions when you have to write something down ? You use magic when magic is needed, which is now. Use computers on those rare occasions you can’t use something else.”
    Amber scowled at him and came to her feet to do her own share of pacing the room. After a while she turned back to him.
    “Modern technology is the only trustworthy …”
    Smoke’s shoulders sank down and he patted her hand.
    “Amber, lass, that’s not what you think. That’s your father’s opinion. You know magic is real. If your dad loves you, you shouldn’t have to pretend to be something you’re not to keep his love.”
    “This is not about love,” lied Amber.
    No. It was about fear. The soul wrenching primitive fear of a child. She pressed one hand to her forehead. Magic was the one and