Desa floated in a world of tiny swirling particles, each one infinitely smaller than a spec of dust and yet distinct to her mind. It was breathtaking. In this state, she could see a world that remained hidden from her waking eyes. She could sense almost everything within a few blocks of the Moonlight Traveler, the hotel Marcus had chosen after they had been forced to flee the Golden Horseshoe.
She saw clusters of particles that represented men walking up the street outside the hotel. She could see every lamppost on the sidewalk. She could sense the young maid in the hallway outside her room. It didn"t matter that there were walls between her and the things she wished to view.
She could even sense the swirling galaxy of particles that made up her own body, sitting on the edge of her bed.
