…mix rye blight with a pinch of belladonna, then…
…Pieter! Sweet Dreamer! What had he done to deserve such a cruel, lonely death? Her fault, all her fault…
…The Spell of Unmaking was her only hope now. Turruc, abbraxxuman, surriqac…
Some thoughts whispered their secrets, others roared. Some seemed familiar, others were wholly new. Fascinated, Lathwi listened to them all.
The next nudge sent her bobbing into the heart of what seemed like a cumulus cloud. The hum was more intense here, momentous. Liselle’s Will led her to a fat band of thoughts. As soon as she touched it, it began to sing.
…Transformation is the art of turning illusion into reality…
On and on the lesson went, a detailed recitation of fact and effect. Lathwi listened to every nuance, again and again and again until she
