Leroy Neiman Ryder Cup

Leroy Neiman Ryder CupUnknown Artist Mary Magdalene in the DesertLeroy Neiman World Class SkierJuan Gris Violin and EngravingJuan Gris The Violin
ordinary magic’s no good against the Dungeon Dimensions. And I’m pretty sure real heroes don’t hang around in the middle of cheering crowds. They get on with the job. Real heroes are like poor old Gaspode. No‑one ever notices them until afterwards. That’s the reality.’
He raised his head slowly.
Or is this the reality?
The air ‘I . . . think there is. A different sort. We’ve felt it. Magic’s where you find it.’
He took a few deep breaths, and let his mind unravel slowly. That was the secret. You did it, you just didn’t think about it. You just let the instructions come from outside. It was just a job. You just felt the eye of the picture‑box on you, and it was a different world, a world that was just a flickering silver square.
That was the secret. The flicker.crackled. There was another kind of magic. It was snapping wildly in the world now, like a broken film. If only he could grab it . . .Reality didn’t have to be real. Maybe if conditions were right, it just had to be what people believed . . .‘Stand back,’ he whispered.‘What’re you going to do?’ said Ginger.‘Try some Holy Wood kind of magic.’‘There’s nothing magic about Holy Wood!’