Sunday, 12 August 2007

From "Shamanspace"

By Steve Aylett.

"So the gang's all here. You're all cowards after all? Even you, Lockhart. I admired you like a boy should love a father. Is this it?"

Lockhart was staring at the floor. People forget how powerful he was, the grand old man. He seemed as harmlessly proud as a library lion but he could pour iceflame from his mind and freeze a moment for inspection, the air ghostly as cathode light. He'd been the first to give me a demonstration of etheric cocooning, enamel shine flowing over him in ectoplasmic encapsulation. Freaking me into hope. He looked terribly abashed now.

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