“Tarani was hunched and tense, and Zanek was talking to her, very quietly. Thymas and I approached them, and Tarani looked up at me with a haggard face. “Rikardon, I cannot bear it. The images, the feelings—the beauty of people, and their inner torment.” Her face was so drawn that I was afraid for her. “Look away,” I said urgently. “The Ra’ira won’t work unless you ask it to. All you have to do is not use it.” “But that is the horror of it!” she cried. “I could turn away, but I cannot. It is so ...alluring, so fascinating, to look into the mind. The—the discovery is addictive. Rikardon, help me!” “Zanek?” The man holding Tarani’s hands so fiercely shook his head. “I have tried, my friend. Her strength is too great; I can do nothing.” “And he does want to help,” Tarani said, her voice falling into a sing-song rhythm that sent chills along my spine. “I see him, you know. A good man who has accepted both triumph and defeat, who mourns for two sha’um and a love lost long ago.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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