He had not spoken of his burdens to Marley for her spirit needed some comfort rather than distraction, and his graphic account of worldly calamity was too much for him in the present, let alone her.
Instead he told great stories of former times - when fruits would explode on the bough of giant trees and shower their seeds like fireworks; when humans could fly with the ease of their spirits, and horses wore silver shoes.
When someone from Faerie ever tells you something, you can see it - you can feel it - you believe it. For the true value of enchantment and its glamour, is in the imparting of a truth - by truth's own persuasion it makes itself real.
The strength of any magic lies within its fundamental realities, not within an empty falsehood as might be most commonly thought.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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