There Is A Rule For Fantasy Writers:

The City Breathing, Burning, Living The Life Thy Had Preserved. Ten Million Lives And More. If Something Should Happen To All That Life - How Terrible! Nita Gulped For Control As She Remembered Fred's Word Of Just This Morning, An Eternity Ago. And This Was What Being A Wizard Was About. Keeping Terrible Things From Happening, Even When It Hurts. Not Just Power, Or Control Of What Ordinary People Couldn't Control, Or Delight In Being Able To Make Strange Things Happen. Those Were The Side Effects - Not The Reason, The Purpose.

It’d Be A Poor Kind Of World Where There Was Just One Explanation For Things. ---rhiow

Belief Made No Difference To The Truth.

A Little Science. A Little Magic. A Little Chicken Soup.

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.