Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of… an empathy… a utilization of the more obscure abilities of our minds
She listened to the waves wash ashore, and the whistle of the wind as it bored through the hole in the longstone. The shingles shifted underfoot when she stepped closer. The moon was near to setting, but still visible in the western sky, hanging low upon the rim of the limestone cliff that edged the strand.
“I can accept witcheries,” Lammond said. “I know they’re real. But wizardry? I think not.”
Angharad shook her head. “What makes the one more believable to you than the other?”
“Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of – heightened nightsight, an empathy shared with beasts, a utilization of the more obscure abilities of our minds. Nothing that science can’t explain away. Wizardry is spells and enchantments. Fairy tales.”