I don’t believe in magic. I have a very rational view of the world, a view that could also be called “boring.” My world has no magic, no monsters, no gods, no fey. I know because I’ve looked. I’ve looked in closets and under beds and in forests and down lonely mountain roads and among tombs in abandoned graveyards and inside houses set to a lean against a night sky. My explorations have shown me that this is a world bereft of the supernatural and the extra-sensory and that the only daemons are b...