White Rabbit Society Part Two completes the story that started in White Rabbit Society Part One. Four years have passed. With a lot a of luck and at great personal cost, Andrew has managed to not get killed. He's a magician now, for better or worse. He's knowledgeable, confident, and also ambitious, which may be the biggest danger he's had to face yet. Because there are scarier things out there than a teenager with a little magic and a chip on his shoulder, and Andrew's heading right for them.
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The stranger Andrew’s life got, the more ordinary his dreams became. He tried not to spend too much time thinking about everything that had happened to him, so it all came out when he was sleeping.
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Andrew played pool for the first time about a week or so after he moved into Thomas’ house. Pool was the only leisure activity Thomas indulged in other than reading and listening to music, and he’d insisted that Andrew learn how to play. There was a table in the basement. It was the only room of the house that was always clean.
Once Andrew had asked him if he knew how to play chess.
“Chess is a children’s game,” he answered. Andrew never brought it up again.
“There are two kinds of magician,” Thomas said, as he lined up his cue. “Corner pocket. You’ve had the most exposure to the first kind, people like your Uncle Paul. Scavengers, basically. They find out what’s worked for other people and use the knowledge themselves. Nothing wrong with that, but many of them never see the big picture. They walk the road but don’t worry about who built it.
“The second kind of magician is the kind that builds the road.”
The ball bounced back and forth between the corners of the pocket. The edges of the dream forced their way into the center, and Andrew saw a yacht, a bad neighborhood in Hong Kong, a mountain in Tibet, all things Thomas had told him about that he’d never seen himself.
