Chapter 18
To See-Linh
Linh sat in a goran carriage beside Fiona, a face sized shield hovering before her as they trundled through the desert heat, her fingers gently pressing against her shield. She could see, feel and shape it, but even now, if she thought too much, she lost her grip and the magic reverted to its usual state of invisible formlessness.
“I can’t quite believe them either,” said Troy from the seat across the aisle. “But I’d rather not make them outside official practice –they do my head in.”
Linh smiled sympathetically.
“Bad news Troy,” Michael said from Troy’s left, “I suspect it’s exactly the way Linh throws herself at it that’s making her so good.”
Fiona was still better. She could cast larger, more powerful shields, for longer, which resisted more objects, despite
