Innocence. Gone, forever, with the unthinkable and the unspeakable. And innocent laughter gone as well. Now… — Sheri S. Tepper

I learned very soon there was nothing beautiful in that place. Even the things they watched were not beautiful. There was no contrast between beauty and ugliness. There was only ugliness.

I suppose it was more practical for them. If there had been any beauty at all, people might have wanted that instead. As it was, they didn’t know there was any such thing, so the lack did not bother them.

“Where did all the magic go, Janice?”

“The Church took most of it,” she said, giving me this strange, wild-eyed glare.

“The Church?” I asked stupidly. It was what Puck had said, but somehow I hadn’t believed it.

“Making magic,” she said. “All their sacraments are magical. Turning this into that. Making spells to forgive sins. They don’t admit it’s magic, but that’s what it is! ‘The recitation of formulae by an elect, resulting in a condition contrary to reality, is magic.’ But there was only so much of it around. The fairies had it, then the Church took it, and now the Church is losing it to something else. The last days are coming. It’s been foretold.

According to Mama, nine-tenths of King Arthur was questing and the other tenth was politics.