Thief of Time - Anticipate

'Don't try it.' Lu-Tze scanned the sky again. 'Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's just a storm. Sooner or later you get-' He stopped. One look at Lobsang's face was enough.

'O-kay,' said the sweeper slowly. ' Just give me a direction. Point if you can't speak.'

Lobsang dropped to his knees, hands rising to his head. 'I don't know... don't know...'

Silvery light rose over the city, a few streets away. Lu-Tze grabbed the boy's elbow.

'Come on, lad. On your feet. Faster than lightning, eh? Okay?’

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The Thief of Time - p234-234