Rhys smirks a little. "Yeah, not as much of a gift as you'd think it was, though. I saw my first ghost when I was probably five or so, and it never got better. I started training formally when I was nine, just to keep control of it." He holds his hands out in a 'what can you do' gesture. "That's kind of the way it goes. If you don't find a way to channel it, keep it under control, chances are pretty good you wind up in the mental ward. Medication will eventually kill powers, but it's a hard way to go."

And he wasn't really fond of the idea. Not that Rhys was innocent of using drugs to try and keep a grip on his abilities when other means failed, but it wasn't a permanent solution if he could help it.

He glances at the book, and chuckles, amused. "Yeah. I guess so, huh? And you're light years ahead of me on that. Most of what I know is just trial and error, mostly error. But tools...mostly, anything that directs your will, and lets you believe you're really altering reality. That's sort of the key. Incantations, spells, crystals and certain spell components..." he hesitates. "And if you want to get into the really dark shit, sacrifices, but if you go down that road? You're probably going to get yourself eaten, eventually. That kind of thing leaves a stain on reality, and those stains attract...really bad things."

Automatically, he looks at the blank puzzle again.