Red with effort when their own laughter was as audible as a gnat's squeak. Tiny motes of light winked into existence around his head. They whirled and spiralled in a complex three-dimensional dance and then formed a shape. In fact it seemed to Esk that the shape had been there all the time waiting for her eyes to see it in the same way that a perfectly innocent cloud can suddenly become without changing in any way a whale or a ship or a face. The shape around Simon's head was the world. That was... read more
