A knight's golden breastplate comes forward out of the mist in the dark of night, followed by the head of a great grey wolf. This is not fiction. This is a true story of real-life magic, the kind of magic that most people do not believe to exist.
In the likeness of Miguel Cervantes, writing Don Quixote in an attempt to counter the whimsical tales of knightly knocking about popular in his day, I offer this true tale of real-life magic to the world in counterpoint to the many stories of fantastical adventure the world thrills to now.
~S. Preston Chase, Devcriceo
"When you have real experience of the other side of dimension, all fantastical representations of the same become as toys put back in the toy box. Truth is not simply stranger than fiction; it resides at the very limit of the imagination and only imagined in the very experience of itself."
"It is this blending that we should be seeking, believing in the known rational, as well as entertaining a rational belief in the unknown."
"This story can probably best be approached in the similitude of taking a shower, where one doesn't need to understand water at all, that thing of two hydrogens and one oxygen, like God, pinning a name tag on reality and calling it good. You get in and get wet, let the water wash over you, feel good, get clean, get out and get dry, get back in the birchbark and move on."
From the Foreword: "[Mirroring Magic] occupies the uncertain world of the ad hoc off-balance, having a certain uncertain certainty, one foot holding center, one foot doing the Hokey Pokey, albeit some might say the hocus-pocus, others the bunk, hogwash, bull and hokum: pitching pennies against a line drawn in the sand, waves coming in to wash the slate clean, the next day the beach looking like it has never known water. You know you've arrived when you find yourself staring at the back of your head.
"The author, who prefers to go by the operative title 'Dev,' currently makes his home in Belfast, Maine, although he has been something of a continuous traveler since 2008, as he says, one of the Paroichia People: 'Strangers and foreigners on the Earth, loyalties radicalized by a faith propelling them on a journey to a homeland not of their making, across boundaries and borders that defied empires and tyrannies. People of the Way, which could be translated as "pilgrim people," likened to the quest of Abraham, setting out to find God's country, having an inner conviction that the journey, as well as the destination, is a matter of faith, a trust that events are leading somewhere, those strange words burning in our hearts, leaving us hungry for the holy, the authentic and lasting, such faith leading to difficult choices.'"
~Mortimer Quigley McNaught
