A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.

Handing a laptop to kids isn't necessarily going to be a magic bullet for improving student learning.

Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.

It was a motorcycle.

Too many cold, hungry nights had taught her a special kind of practicality, but in that moment, she believed in his magic.

What others call magic realism is normal and an everyday thing to me.

Technology and industry have distanced people from nature and magic and human values.