Telekinetic by Dahners Laurence E

Author:Dahners, Laurence E. [Dahners, Laurence E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781500505097
Amazon: 1500505099
Goodreads: 44125903
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-07-11T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Having finished unloading the wagon into the kitchen, Tarc drove it into the stable. He un-harnessed Shogun and got the old horse some oats. He took oats to the two horses they were boarding at present, then put the shovel away. Before leaving the stable, he turned, snatched a knife out from behind his neck, and sent it flying to stand quivering in the wall. As soon as it stuck, he threw a second one at a different mark. His first throw had been a little wild, and he’d missed the knot he’d been aiming at by an inch to the right. The second throw buried its knife exactly in a knot, but the knot broke open and fell out of the board, letting the knife drop to the floor. As he retrieved his blades, he thought to himself that he needed to mark some targets on the wall with something so he could throw at something other than knots. They really didn’t make very good targets.

When he went back in, he carried a couple of buckets of water in from the well to top up the barrels in the kitchen and bar. Daum said, “I need a couple more bottles of ‘shine up from the cellar.” He held some empty bottles out to Tarc.

Tarc took the two empty bottles and picked up a candle. He stopped at the fire to light the candle and then headed down the stairs to the cellar. He lifted two new bottles of shine out of the current crate and put the two empty bottles in their place.

Without warning, the candle guttered out.

Intellectually, Tarc had always known that the cellar was a very dark place, but he’d never actually been down there without a candle before. He could see absolutely nothing and thought of his father’s saying, “black as the inside of a coal miners ass.” His first thought was that he should have propped the door to the cellar open when he came down, but of course it was too late for that now. He reached out, feeling for the stacked crates of moonshine he thought were just to his left, but didn’t encounter them with his fingers.

Tarc tamped down his incipient panic. Closing his eyes he tried to think of exactly which direction he’d been facing when the candle went out. Suddenly, he realized that his ghost could feel the crates of moonshine behind him and to the left! They just weren’t directly to his left as he had thought.

He reached out his hand and felt the crates, exactly where his ghost said they were. He expanded his ghost into a large nebulous sphere around himself. With dawning excitement he recognized that he could feel almost everything in the basement!

It was very different than seeing. He had no idea about colors. Instead of color, this sense differentiated things by how warm they were. Objects that were cold were actually quite hard to detect. The surfaces of the walls and the objects in the cellar were slightly warm, presumably heated by the air.

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