"Perhaps," Solomon answered, his eyes glittering with continued amusement. "Or perhaps you're further along in your understanding than you think." Shadows, after all, were a trick of the light. Using them wasn't a matter of mental force. Changing them was a matter of perception.

He lifted his hand until it cast a shadow over the sphere, and then turned it until it was a line instead of a shape. And then turned it again, spreading his fingers. "And yet shadows do change at your desire, quite regularly. The only difference between the shadow cast by your body and the one you hold is that the second was gifted." He smiled. "That doesn't mean it must remain a separate part from you."