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I drove for my life

Mac&039;s car was an 89 TransAine The speedooes to 130rain , but I had plenty of incentive to keep the carthe steel-hard edge of anger that had carried an

The sky grew darker, a co banks of storreenish, the leaves of the trees as I left the city standing out too sharply, too harshly, the yellows of the lines in the road too dihts on, and streetlights were clicking alight as I barreled down the highway

Fortunately, Sunday evening isn&039;t a busy one, as far as traffic goes I&039;d have been dead any other night Ithe watch rotation for the highway patrol, because not one of them tried to pull me over

I tried to tune in the weather station, on the radio, but gave it up The stor feedback on the radio&039;s speakers, but nothing intelligible about the storet over to Lake Providence before it did

I won The curtains of rain parted for n for Lake Providence I hit the brakes to slow for the turn onto the lakefront road that led to the Sells house, started hydroplaning, turned into the slide with more coot the vehicle back under control in time to slide onto the correct road

I pulled into the Sells&039; gravel drive, on the swaan The TransAhty engine, then sputtered and gasped into silence I felt, for a giddy second and a half, like Magnuet into this sports-car thing At least it had lasted long enough for ot out of the car

The gravel driveway leading back to the lake house was half-sunk in water fro hurt me too -legged lope, rapidly eating the distance to the house The stor across the lake toward the shore - I could see colu into its waters

I raced the storm to the house, and as I did I drew in every bit of power and alertness that I could, keyed hter level, tuned my senses to their sharpest pitch I came to a halt twenty yards shy of the house and closed ical traps or alaruardians invisible to the naked eye There could be spells waiting, illusionsI needed to be able to see past all that I needed to have every scrap of knowledge I could get

So I opened my Third Eye

How can I explain what a wizard sees? It isn&039;t so souardrails of understanding around it Wizards have had the Sight since tian, and they still don&039;t understand hoorks, why it does what it does

The only thing I can say is that I felt as though a veil of thick cloth had been lifted away froain - and not only from my eyes, but from all of my senses I could abruptly smell the mud and fish odor of the lake, the trees around the house, the fresh scent of the co the storm on the smoke-stained wind I looked at the trees Saw the, but in the full bloom of summer, the splendor of the fall, and the barren desolation of winter, all at the same time I Saw the house, and each separate part of it as its own component, the timbers as parts of spectral trees, the s as pieces of distant sandy shores I could feel the heat of su off the lake I Saw the house wreathed in ghostly flames, and knew that those were part of its possible future, that fire lay down several of the many paths of possibility that lay ahead in the next hour

The house itself was a place of power Dark e over it as visible things, molds and slimes that were strewn over it like Spanish s, restless spirits, moved around the place, drawn to the sense of fear, despair, and anger that hung over it, mindless shades that were always to be found in such places, like rats in granaries