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The air cracked into rifts in which vigorous life stirred. And there, not three feet from the table, an air-rift gave birth to a lean translucence with dozens of appendages, some of which seemed to be limbs, because it crawled on them up the air, then down the air, then onto the table. On the more bulbous end that seemed to be its head, feathery stalks behaved like antennae, stretching toward her with avid curiosity.

The Powders of Zeph and Aghar. What if they’d been laced with drugs? As soon as he’d breathed their smoke, he’d felt superstrong, he’d seen things, he’d cut himself without feeling it. Angel dust could do all that, couldn’t it? The white thing had been the last special effect of the high, and now he had a wicked headache, the hangover.

When a young wizard begins the journey, he may have days of doubt and regret. But the days become hours, the hours minutes, the minutes mere seconds. Then, like the motes they have become, the young wizard sweeps even the seconds aside.

`great book