It may be possible, within these universes to measure the direct amount of power that is generated by an act of devotion: one orison, one tiny miracle; do the rosary, get something bigger. This looks like an exchange between the person and the deity. Moreover, it is one that would necessarily have a magnitudinal component to it. Where does this lead?
Read MoreSet in a time-screwed 1930s – it’s mostly the dust bowl, but you can meet people who live in your future, as far forward as the 1950s and 1960s – Where the Water Tastes Like Wine casts you in the roll of a minion: you lost a card game with a supernatural entity called the Dire Wolf. He has transformed you into a spirit, and sent you to walk across America, starting in Maine, to collect stories.
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