As the thought struck her she recognised its enormity and knew that this was where Urak’s road led and why Farla and Isar had been so agitated — and why her parents and the Temple had been so desperate to rescue her from Urak before it was too late. The world, peopled with constructs from the minds of anyone who took the trouble to learn the technique... however diseased however perverse...
‘O God!’ she screamed. ‘God beyond all the gods, help me! Help me! Kyra, don’t desert me — help me, please... please...’
At this moment she had a mental picture of two old men — one, Maal, Kyra’s mentor who had helped her before, and one a stranger — no, not a stranger, someone she had known long ago and hated — in this lifetime known as Guiron, once High Priest at Haylken.
She could understand that
