04.10.08
Illusions.
Gabriel paused mid-sentence, wavered, and vanished. Adrian blinked. Lisabet swore, then sneezed.
Adrian tossed her a box of kleenex. “I thought so.”
Lisabet glared at Adrian over the top of her tissue and swore again.
Adrian grinned and went back to stitching the book together. “So here we have an illusionist who burns himself out so completely that he has to create the illusion he’s still alive so his other illusions hold, but since the illusions ultimately need a physical anchor, he anchored himself to you, effectively making you into the illusionist, though he still controls the power, not you. Am I right?”
Lisabet just stared. Adrian looked at her over the top of his glasses and nodded. “I’m right.”
“I think that’s the longest sentence I’ve ever heard anyone utter,” Lisabet said, stifling another sneeze.
“Then you haven’t spent much time up at the university, Liss.” Adrian paused.
Lisabet’s stare turned suspicious. “What?” she demanded.
“I’m just wondering how an illusion managed to get possessed, that’s all.”
“Very funny,” Gabriel said, wavering back into existence.
