The speed was exhilarating, almost like flying. Her red-gold hair streamed behind her and the material of her T-shirt thrummed against her skin, drying in the wind and sun. This must be what a motorbike rider felt, burning up the outside lane, blood pounding with speed and power. She clutched the locket tight in her pocket. Somehow it was pulling her on – and it was getting stronger, the feeling of it, as if she were getting closer to her destination. And that destination must be Falias, because that was where she wanted to go.Shay’s hair and shirt were drenched with spray; he shouted at her over the noise, ‘You’re amazing! I wonder how many powers do you have?’She shouted back, ‘Ultan said we get one each.’‘But you have so many—’‘Then he must be wrong: we do get more.’‘Or you are special.’ He said ‘special’ with a very warm, wide smile at her, his eyes running over her face. But then he turned his head away, saying, ‘I mean, especially good at this magic thing.’At the back of the boat Caitlin was screaming in outrage, ‘Slow down!
