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Walker Between the WorldsChapter 23
I drifted above the sand, my Hurlon form sparkling as its gravitic fields brushed off tiny motes of static discharge where the raindrops hit it. The sparkling was coming faster and faster as the atmospheric potential in the vicinity built up to the inevitable. A normal Hurlon would have called me crazy for spending hours floating above the empty sea instead of safely and comfortably basking within its depths. The thought that I would do it in the midst of a lightning storm would have boggled...