It didn’t help that, as Martin led me around to the eastern side of the enormous rock formation, I began to feel…something. A pressure, maybe, although that didn’t seem quite right. No, a sensation of something moving around me and above me, something that wasn’t the wind at all. It took my breath away and at the same time invigorated me, giving me the impression that I could jump to the top of Bell Rock in a single bound, if I only knew how.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Martin asked, blue eyes keen as they searched my face.
“Yes,” I said, sounding short of breath, even though the climb so far really hadn’t been that strenuous. “I don’t get it — I’ve been here lots of times before.”
“Before all your senses were fully awakened.”
He stopped and faced me. We stood in a sort of small grotto f
