I was in Barnes and Noble, looking for a book to read because I wasn’t allowed to read Harry Potter anymore. Before that, I believed you can cast spells and I strongly believed in it as real. Anyway, I picked up Magyk and started reading it. There was all these words like Hunt, Hunted, so I sensed it was bad for me. It also made me quite dizzy and I put it back and went to my dad to tell him about the book and he forbade me to read it. So I was disappointed I couldn’t find anything about wizards or magic because I really liked those kind of stories.
I was scanning the Christian Fiction shelves when I saw the Candlestone, but I couldn’t read it right away because they didn’t have Raising Dragons. I really liked it, though, because I love dragons. I had to wait to read Raising Dragons and I finally did, and it made me finally feel sorry for sinning every day. (I just sinned a lot without feeling any regret or a sense it was wrong.) I read it, and I cried because I knew what I was doing was wrong but I didn’t feel it was until I read your books. Now I’m sure about my faith: I belong to Jesus Christ.