“Magic??” A big grin spread across Brittany’s face. She was a firm believer that magic existed and to finally have some kind of proof was just wonderful. She took her mug of tea in her hands and leaned forward just slightly, suddenly so interested in the magical Bible that had brought her to Kansas. “I don’t know a lot about the Bible, though. I don’t know what language it’s in.” Her shoulders shrugged a little.
“What kind of bad things are in Kansas, though?” Her head cocked to the side slightly the way a puppy’s does when it doesn’t quite understand something. “Like monsters?” She wrinkled up her nose slightly, automatically thinking of werewolves (bad ones, not like the hot ones from Twilight) and whatever that guy from Frankenstein was. If magic was real, then a whole lot of other stuff was real. She found herself wondering if she was going to develop some weird kind of superpower.