Thief of Time - Creating time

'No, not really,' said Susan. 'That thing on your back. What happens when it stops spinning?'

'I'll run out of time, of course.'

'Ah. So the fact that it slowed down and stopped back there when that Auditor practised its axemanship isn't a factor, then?'

'It's not turning?' Panicking, Lobsang tried to reach round to the small of his back, spinning himself in the effort.

'It looks as though you have a hidden talent,' said Susan, leaning against the wall and grinning.

'Please! Wind me up again!’

'All right. You are a-'

'That wasn't very funny the first time!'

'That's all right, I don't have much of a sense of humour.'

She grabbed his arms as he wrestled with the straps of the spinner.

'You don't need it, understand?' she said. 'It's just a dead weight! Trust me! Don't give in! You're making your own time. Don't wonder how.'

He stared at her in terror. 'What's happening?'

'It's okay, it's okay,' said Susan, as patiently as she could. 'This sort of thing always comes as a shock. When it happened to me there wasn't anyone around, so consider yourself lucky.’

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The Thief of Time - p256-257