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The child of a yaskedasu and so the prathmun It made a kind of warped sense, if the Ghost told the truth Maybe he thought it was the truth Maybe it was simply the excuse he needed first to ive to a prathmun, then to rub the noses of those who used prathine public, unclean death

She heard the claws on glass screech that was Chiany doors As she rounded the corner into the next street she found hi frantically at the handle of a door set in a cellarway The building above it looked abandoned

Tris slowed, panting Chis He ducked his head and continued to tug, refusing to let go of the handle

s no escape tonight,Tris called here Youve used your last yellow veil

That got the prathainst the building, and scrath until he reached a brick wall Digging his toes into its cracks, he began to clile heavy braid that went from her forehead to the nape of her neck The tie dropped from it; strands pulled free of the braid The power they released flowed, ripe and heavy, into Triss palms

She took a deep breath The prathmun raised a hand to hit Chiround With the persistence of a terrier he began to cliain

Tri s held out her hands The power in theround of the alley She set down protective barriers on either side, sinking thes Only when her control was locked in place did she r e lease what she had taken from that one braid It followed the channel round quivered The quivers spread and rolled forward, taking the shape of waves in the soil, rolling on like a small earthquake The floor of the alley turned to earthen soup as Tris harnessed the tre them to flow as she wanted Her teeth hurt, they were clenched so hard Her eyes were locked on the Ghost

He was three quarters of the way up the hen the tremors struck The brick under his feet quivered Old plaster and mortar dropped away as the waves hit directly under the wall, held there by Tris With a cry the prathround It sed him up to his hips before Tri s shoved all of the force she had released deep into the soil She ja it disperse into the earth that had lent it to her for a while

In the ringing silence that followed, the brick wall grated and dropped Triss thrust it back from the Ghost, into the yard it had shielded

Tris walked down the alley, the dirt reasonably firm under her sensibly shod feet She reclais, satisfied that she had done thee No one here would die because she d allowed a place to be shaken past the point where it could stand

At last she stopped a metre away fro down his face