When you enter a theater to see a show, take your seat, power off your phone (hopefully), watch the lights fade, and see the magic begin, you probably think you are seeing a story from the beginning. It’s a common misconception. Yes, if you think in the most basic terms, that two hours’ traffic of the stage will present you with a complete story from start to finish. But that’s not the whole story.
I let my fiance pick at first, but then I picked one when his % didn’t have fun/exciting passages. This is from 47%.
In the center of the clearing, beneath the black sky, sat an even darker figure, hooded, surrounded by a circle of half-melted white candles. Before it lay a strange collection of mysterious-looking materials. There was an altar of some kind with a bowl of a pungent herbal mixture burning on it, its smoke curling into the air in ghostly tendrils. The figure looked up from the altar, straight at Jory. It stood. Jory screamed his lungs out and took off in the other direction. The figure gave chase.