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By Neil Gaiman

In the deft arms of Neil Gaiman, magic is not any mere phantasm . . . and whatever is feasible. In Smoke and Mirrors, Gaiman's mind's eye and ultimate artistry rework a secular international right into a position of poor wonders—where an outdated girl should purchase the Holy Grail at a thrift shop, the place assassins market it their providers within the telephone book less than "Pest Control," and the place a apprehensive younger boy needs to barter for his existence with a mean-spirited troll residing underneath a bridge through the railroad tracks. discover a brand new truth, obscured via smoke and darkness but brilliantly tangible, during this awesome number of brief works through a grasp prestidigitator. it's going to dazzle your senses, contact your center, and hang-out your dreams.

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Nowhere else that anybody would wish to be. ’ “ ‘And what do you do at midnight, Lucifer? ’ “He stared at me. ‘I stroll. And . . . There are voices in the dead of night. I hearken to the voices. They promise me issues, inquire from me questions, whisper and plead. and that i forget about them. I metal myself and that i stare upon town. it's the merely manner i've got of trying out myself—putting myself to any type of trial. i'm the Captain of the Host; i'm the 1st one of the Angels, and that i needs to end up myself. ’ “I nodded. ‘Why did you no longer inform me this prior to? ’ “He appeared down. ‘Because i'm the single angel who walks at the hours of darkness. simply because i don't wish others to stroll at midnight: i'm powerful adequate to problem the voices, to check myself. Others aren't so powerful. Others may well stumble, or fall. ’ “ ‘Thank you, Lucifer. that's all, for now. ’ I became to the subsequent angel. ‘Phanuel. How lengthy have you ever been taking credits for Carasel’s paintings? ’ “His mouth opened, yet no sound got here out. “ ‘I . . . i wouldn't take credits for another’s paintings. ’ ‘But you probably did take credits for romance? ’ “He blinked. ‘Yes. I did. ’ “ ‘Would you care to give an explanation for to us all what Love is? ’ I requested. “He glanced round uncomfortably. ‘It’s a sense of deep affection and allure for one more being, usually mixed with ardour or desire—a must be with one other. ’ He spoke dryly, didactically, as though he have been reciting a mathematical formulation. ‘The feeling that we have got for the identify, for our Creator—that is Love among different issues. Love could be an impulse that might encourage and spoil in equivalent degree. we're . . . ’ He paused, then started once again. ‘We are very pleased with it. ’ “He was once mouthing the phrases. He not looked as if it would carry any desire that we'd think them. “ ‘Who did nearly all of the paintings on Love? No, don’t solution. permit me ask the others first. Zephkiel? whilst Phanuel handed the main points on like to you for approval, who did he inform you was once answerable for it? ’ “The wingless angel smiled lightly. ‘He advised me it was once his venture. ’ “ ‘Thank you, sir. Now, Saraquael: whose used to be Love? ’ “ ‘Mine. Mine and Carasel’s. might be extra his than mine, yet we labored on it jointly. ’ “ ‘You knew that Phanuel used to be claiming the credits for it? ’ “ ‘. . . sure. ’ “ ‘And you accredited this? ’ “ ‘He . . . he promised us that he could supply us a superb undertaking of our personal to stick to. He promised that if we acknowledged not anything we might accept extra sizeable projects—and he was once real to his be aware. He gave us dying. ’ “I grew to become again to Phanuel. ‘Well? ’ “ ‘It is correct that I claimed that Love was once mine. ’ “ ‘But it was once Carasel’s. And Saraquael’s. ’ “ ‘Yes. ’ “ ‘Their final project—before dying? ’ “ ‘Yes. ’ “ ‘That is all. ’ “I walked over to the window, checked out the silver spires, checked out the darkish. and that i started to converse. “ ‘Carasel used to be a impressive fashion designer. If he had one failing, it was once that he threw himself too deeply into his paintings. ’ I became again to them. The Angel Saraquael was once shivering, and lighting fixtures have been flickering underneath his epidermis. ‘Saraquael? Who did Carasel love? Who was once his lover? ’ “He stared on the ground. Then he stared up, proudly, aggressively.

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