He didn’t dismiss magic out of hand, and he didn’t believe that fairy tales were just for children. He knew magic was real, because he’d felt it when the name of the Unseen City was stolen from his mind.
And as for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths – intrusions of reality in fantasy, like… toast crumbs on a wizard’s beard.