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"It is a pretty dumb movie," I said. "But I'm too wired to sleep."
"I, uh, believe you mentioned something about new grimoires?"
I sat up. "Geez, that's right. I almost forgot. I wanted to try them out tonight."
"You were, I believe, going to tell me ..." He let the sentence fade out.
I grinned. "I was going to tell you about them, wasn't I?"
So I did.
CHAPTER 38
PRESSURE VALVE
"It's possible," he said when I finished telling him about the grimoires.
"Possible? Are you saying my logic is flawed?"
"I wouldn't dare. I'm simply saying that it makes sense and, therefore, it's possible. Non-Coven witches have been using sorcerer magic for generations. It would be good to see them get their own back."
I smiled. "Would it? You know what it would mean, don't you? These spells could level the playing field."
"As it should be."
I leaned back into the sofa cushions. "Is this the same guy who made a crack about the 'hereditary limitations' of witch powers?"
"I effected the persona with which I thought you'd be most comfortable. I've dealt with enough witches not to underestimate their abilities. Not every sorcerer hates or even dislikes witches. Many do, though, even those who'd be considered decent, moral men."
"Decent moral sorcerers?"
"No, that's not an oxymoron. Not every sorcerer is evil. To say that would be akin to saying that every witch is weak and fearful, which I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate. A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of a population appears to conform to it. Unlike some stereotypes, that of the morally corrupt sorcerer is, unfortunately, valid."
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
"Exactly. Those who chase the dream of absolute power, as many sorcerers do, find themselves obsessed by it."
"So you don't crave stronger powers?"
He met my gaze. "What I crave, as I believe you do, is stronger knowledge. The best possible repertoire of spells and the power to do my best with them. When I say I'm pleased that you found these grimoires, I must admit, I can't help but see it as an opportunity to acquire new spells."
"Can't blame you for that." I shifted and turned toward him. "Don't you think maybe we're being naive? Believing that we'll never be corrupted by our own quest for power?"
"Perhaps."
"There's a definitive answer."
"Wouldn't it be naive of me to think I couldn't possibly be naive?"
"Enough," I said. "You're making my head spin. Time to try out a new spell."
He shifted forward. "Would you ... object to an audience?"
I grinned. "Not at all."
I gathered my books and we went down to the basement.
When I said I hoped to learn a new spell, I meant exactly that: one new spell. As much as I longed to test-drive the whole book, even hoping to learn one spell might be pushing it. To cast a spell from the tertiary-level grimoires, I first had to master a new one from the secondary spellbook, which would take time.
