Chapter Fifteen
The rest of the day I spent working on my control of the energy from the vortexes. Moving rocks was one thing, but Martin told me when the time came I’d have to do much more than manipulate physical objects — I’d have to reach out with my mind, insert my own will and my own power between their dark energies and the pure flow from the vortex.
“So is Boynton stronger than Bell Rock?” I asked.
We were taking a breather in the Taurus, where Martin had stowed bottled water and trail mix and some sandwiches. He hadn’t been cooling his heels in Starbucks while waiting for my tête à tête with Jeff to be over, but had instead been stocking up on supplies for what was turning out to be yet another long day. By the time we broke for lunch, it was already almost two o’clock.
“Boynt
