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gives me the willies,’ said Gaspode.
Victor stared. Maybe he’d always successfully avoided being awarded the pointy hat and big staff, but he had acquired wizard instincts. He had a sudden vision of a city under the sea, with octopuses curling stealthily through the magic. At least, not the kind he was used to. But something that seemed similar while not being the same, like sugar compared with salt; the same shape and the same colour, but . . .
Ambition wasn’t magical. Powerful, yes, but not magical . . . surely?
Magic wasn’t difficult. That was the big secret that the whole baroque edifice of wizardry had been set up to conceal. Anyone with a bit of intelligence and enough perseverance could do magic, which was why the wizards cloaked it with rituals and the whole pointyhat business. drowned doorways and lobsters watching the streets. ‘Fate don’t like it when people take up more space than they ought to. Everyone knows that.’ I’m going to be the most famous person in the whole world, thought Victor. That’s what she sail. He shook his head. ‘No,’ he said aloud. ‘She just likes posters. It’s just ordinary vanity.’ It didn’t sound believable, even to him. The room fairly hummed with . . . . . . what? He hadn’t felt anything like it before. Power of some sort, certainly. Something that was brushing tantalizingly against his senses. Not exactly