MAGIC exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars.
Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work MAGIC.
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of MAGIC. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
The MAGIC is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.