The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.

Emma Donoghue
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The idea of paper magic is something that evokes a sense of wonder and awesomeness. In the book The Golden Compass, the words “I touch the page and I feel your hand” was a phrase that grabbed my attention. The paper itself, when touched, also has a magical feel to it. When you run your fingers over a piece of paper there is a slight movement of air. On a certain level, you can still think of the paper as a solid object but it has a strange feel to it.

Source: Kissing The Witch: Old Tales In New Skins

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