Chapter 22

“How do we do it?” He wasn’t sure at all about it, but Rob made good points. They knew a little more now, from the books. None of it was any good if they couldn’t useit. And he really didn’t want to end up like Arthur.

“Sit down here,” Rob patted the sofa. “I need to be still and concentrate. I sort of tug at the world, in my head... Tug at the air? It’s really hard to describe. It’s like gathering threads or ribbons in my hands. Then I wait a moment for the energy to gather and pool. Then I can send it where I want.” He looked at Matty. “It almost feels like wind. But not.” He shook his head. “It sounds stupid, when I try and put it into words.”

Matty put a hand on his arm reassuringly. “It doesn’t at all. It just sounds like something you don’t have the vocabulary for. It does make sense. To me, anyway.” He squeezed Rob’s arm before letting go again, withdrawing his hand and making a vague gesture. “Go on then. Show me?”