IMAGES FROM THE WEAPON OF POWER
Fear the void.
Fear the temptation to peer into the future. Beware this power that lets you enter the place where all moments from times to come can be witnessed. It is not a gift, and the dead will remind you that if you give in to these desires. If you enter the void and push yourself to look just that little further forward than you can withstand. Then the void will consume you.
She’d pushed the girl though. Pushed her hard. Pushed her right to the very edge of what her mind could withstand. Right up to its fracturing point.
There’d been no other way, of course. In the seventeen years since the Oracle’s death, the girl, Racquet was her name, had been the first future-seer with the predictive ability anywhere near as sharp as the metic who’d been considered more powerful than any who’d come before her. The one they’d called, the Oracle …
