Gradually, as the winter progressed, Jones and Edie made headway with the journals. As she had said to Edie, they weren’t always comfortable reading. Not necessarily for the reasons she had described. Yes, there were private, intimate details about her parents’ relationship. In addition she followed her father’s journey from finding out about the existence of the mysterious energy and what he called the border to his being fluent in its use. Essentially becoming a user of magic.
She didn’t know what else to call it. It was never explicitly set out in either his journals or the old green book that what he was doing or learning about was magic. The green book seemed to be more a collection of instructions; clearly spells would have been a good word to use, but he seemed to go out of his way
