We stayed silent all the way home. Sitting in the cab, Grandpa riding backward while I faced him, the silence was deafening.
I only talked once we were in his office, the door firmly closed, all the privacy artifacts activated.
"What is a Soul Catcher?" I asked Grandpa.
"Banned magic," he said. "Mental magic that enslaves people. The Inquisition banned it."
"I thought the Inquisition liked to use Mental magic?" I asked.
"Even they had standards," Grandpa said and refused to say anything else on the matter.
I felt uneasy. It seemed like I'd avoided a grave danger, but I'm not even sure what it was. Something worse than death, apparently.
"What about what the man said?" I asked. "That it was only if…"
"No idea," Grandpa said, in a manner that suggested he had an idea, but he would no
