Publisher's Synopsis
This isn't magic, is it? No, certainly not. There's no such thing as magic The only magic is when someone performs slight of hand tricks to make it look like magic. That's right, isn't it? But, if that's true, then why is Greg the only one to see it as a beautifully carved box, when every one else sees a plain block of wood? The answer is simple. Greg's been on the streets for the last five years drinking cheap wine. He wouldn't know what he was looking at if it hit him right between the eyes. Whoa, why then, is he able to open the box and take out the contents of it when no one else is around? Also, why does he have the box? And, what role will it, and its contents play in his life? Will they have any affect on others around him?
