"Remember how I said you can't do this quickly?" Daniel's girlfriend, no Lydia Rhys, princess of a bleak kingdom ever-lost, said. "That is not actually true, there are faster ways to knowledge, to power, but if you are not paying the price someone, something else has to. That is sacrificial magic."
She meant that. It was like a bucket of cold water dumped on his head. If he just said the word Lydia would unlock the padded case in the study, take out the gleaming brass athame and start killing things until he said stop, until he was sacrificed with whatever gifts had been ripped out of them.
"There are vampires Red and Black court, shapeshifters in town, there's shapeshifters that eat man-flesh..."
It was terrifying, exhilarating, disgusting, flattering and it felt like his stomach had fallen though the floor and decided to walk home. If he had any amount of good sense he would probably follow it. Instead, voice sounding a lot more certain than he felt Daniel Carpenter managed. "I don't want that."
"Three paths twined and three paths parted, wisdom earned, blood taken and glory everlasting lived..." Lydia murmured something under her breath. Before Daniel could ask her what she meant she rushed to one of the bookshelves and pried from it a tome wrapped in crumbling leaf of gold. Flipping to it quickly she came to whichever page she wanted and pressed it flat. Upon that pager there rode a knight all in red, from his clothes to his shield, his caparison and and the pennant atop his lance
"What..." Daniel started, but she was already answering. "This is the third way, the Otherworld, what wizards call the Nevernever, it runs on stories, it
is stories.
Invoke a quest the right way for the treasure you seek, be if purity, wealth wisdom or power and a path will open before you that you may walk."
"What's the catch?" Daniel asked, leaning in to read the Latin text. It wasn't the kind he was used to, but after so long along Lydia's books he had gotten the hang of 'Church Latin' even though he was quite sure this wasn't a church-approved book.
"The catch is you could die, you could lose yourself for decades, centuries, forever, you could find the thing you seek and discover it is as ashes in your mouth." Lydia raised a finger to his lips when he was about to speak. "I still think option two is better if you are tired of books, but you would have more luck than most who rode upon that path. People like me and Molly can tip the scales along the way where most others cannot."
The choice of 'keep slogging through books that tell me how insignificant I am' or 'break up with my girlfriend' had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.