What is the Glass Grimoire?

”Just like the prophecy said he would, he came from magicless Earth…

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‘It was a rectangle of light that could tell him anything anyone could ever want to know. The fruit of Eden, dreaded in prophecy from the dawn of the multiverse.”

The Banjoman, was solemn as he pondered the implications of What he was about to say. His bright eyes dimmed and he parted his red gunslinger mustache with the fingers of one hand. Then he whispered the words as though they were an affront to reality and should not have been uttered.

“It was The Glass Grimoire.”

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In 1984, to avoid becoming a god,

a teenage, rock n’ roll, outer-space wizard
must become a man

“The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding”

~ The Kybalion

Andy Crowley cared more about Dungeons & Dragons and rock n’ roll than he did about grades and girls: nothing too unusual for a teenage boy in 1984. That he was a sorcerer destined to rule over all reality, however, was unusual enough to attract some very unwanted attention.

From a quaint riverbank on magicless Earth into the sorcerous bedlam of the wider, wilder multiverse, join Andy Crowley; Kip Kilroy of Mars; Jasco of the realm of Fey; and the enigmatic Banjoman of Limbo, in a race for the one chance Andy has to defy his dark destiny…

… The Glass Grimoire.

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His face, now stoic, only ever shifted to either melancholy or glee. His gunslinger mustache of flaming red was lent a strange cast from the flaring blaze of his eyes, which were the hallmark purple of the mists of Limbo.

He remembered then what the Earther, Andy Crowley, had given him. The gift of heavy metal music: the art of rage and joy at once — the truth that we are, each of us, at once and always, both hero and sinner within.

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He squeezed the neck of his legendary magic banjo and tipped his worn bowler hat to the young sorcerer’s grave.

“La Villa Strangiato” the Banjoman said.

“When all that’s been said has been done” the Banjoman whispered to the tombstone. “And all that’s been done has been said.”

“There is only that all souls wander back to the Eden, the truth, that we are not many souls — but one.”

The Lord of Limbo turned from Andy Crowley’s grave on Mars and stepped through the high pewter Ouroboros archway, where roiled the amethyst mists of Limbo, the realm between all realms where even death is but the middle of things.

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