The Edge of the Light by Elizabeth George

Author:Elizabeth George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2016-07-29T10:36:06+00:00

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Becca knew that, in the cause of getting control of both the visions and the whispers, she needed to practice. The trouble was how difficult she found this. It wasn’t because she didn’t want her skills to increase. She wanted that exactly. Increased skills meant it would be easier for her to figure out what the visions and the whispers meant and how they operated together. The trouble was the doing of it. It was tough to practice when she wasn’t with Mrs. Kinsale because when she wasn’t with Mrs. Kinsale, no one knew what she was practicing so they could offer no help. This meant that she either had to find time with just one person in order to practice without their knowledge or she had to practice when she was in a group.

She was feeling the frustration of this a week later when she went into the school library to check on her e-mail. Since it was near the end of the lunch hour, she was in a good practice area, so she spent the first few minutes with the mantra, putting her focus on the only other kid in the library with her. She allowed him in and heard so stupid not to use a condom dumb shit before she swept the mantra into her mind and blocked him. She released the mantra after thirty seconds, heard nothing, felt triumphant, and then parents are going to kill me and if she wants invaded her head. She grabbed on to the mantra another time. She blocked his thoughts. She slowly released and again there was nothing, only this time it lasted nearly forty-five seconds until a girl came into the library and made for the table where the boy was sitting and then it was he doesn’t get it and that’s what she said it would be like along with big trouble over there which appeared to be coming from the parent volunteer.

At this point, Becca returned the earbud to her ear and checked her e-mail. Parker Natalia had gotten in touch again. The subject line was Immigration. She clicked hastily on the message to see what it held. Her hope tanked.

Parker’s friend with the police had checked into Canadian immigration. No one called Laurel Armstrong had crossed the border into Canada. This sort of thing was easy to check. Everything was in computer records. Once his friend had gotten access to them, it didn’t take him long to go back through time and see that a Laurel Armstrong hadn’t legally driven through or walked through any of the border crossings in Washington State. So she’d either ditched whatever car she was driving and somehow sneaked across the border on foot by creeping around the barriers in the dead of night when some of them were closed to traffic, or she wasn’t in Canada at all. Or she had a new identity. But in any case, Parker said, he wasn’t going to be able to find her.

Becca’s body drooped.

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