She gently guided him by the elbow to an empty part of the library. “You’ve heard of the dark web, right? Well, the ArcaNet is the same thing except for mages. Real mages, not these sleight-of-hand hacks from Vegas.”

“You expect me to believe there’s a cult of Gandalfs out there using magic through their cellphones?”

Lynne scrolled through her phone, tapped a couple of buttons, and then waved her hand in front of her face. The air danced with orange and blue flames before disappearing into nothing. “Not a cult, a community. And don’t ever say Gandalf where one can hear you unless you want to be incinerated. That wannabe wand waver couldn’t hold a candle to some of the people using this app.”