CHAPTER 66Once again Josyff found himself falling through a world of swooping gulls and twisting, dancing, golden lines. That it was no new experience did little to assuage his terror, still less did the fact that the sunlit blueness surrounding him was riven with black, fire-tinted clouds — some looming far above him in massive thunderheads, streaked with baleful lightning, others pulsing and billowing with an unseen energy as though rising from a great conflagration.
It found immediate voice.
“Amrassian!”
The blueness and all about him seemed to shiver briefly, but whatever he had expected from this cry, it was not what he heard. Faint and distant came the chilling reply.
“God (hope? chance? fortune?) speed and guide you, Measurer. Seek the Way. It is there — in your strangeness.” Th
