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. That would explain
Luke's strange ability to summon me to him as by a massive Trump sending,
when in actuality there was no Trump: His drug-enhanced abilities of
visualization must have been so intense that the card's physical
representation of me was unnecessary. And his skewed magical abilities would
account for all of the preliminary byplay, all of the odd,
reality-distorting experiences I'd had before he actually achieved contact.
This meant that either of us could become very dangerous in certain drugged
states. I'd have to remember that. I hoped he wouldn't wake up mad at me for
hitting him, before I could talk to him a bit. On the other hand; the
tranquilizer would hopefully keep him happy while the other stuff worked at
detoxing him.
I massaged a sore muscle in my left leg and rose to my feet. I caught
hold of Luke beneath the armpits and dragged him about twenty paces farther
along into the clearing. Then I sighed and returned to the spot where I had
rested. There was not sufficient time to flee farther. And as the wailing
increased in volume and the giant flowers swayed in a line heading directly
toward meglimpses of a darker form becoming visible amid the stalks-I knew
that with the Jabberwock fled the Fire Angel was back on the job, and since
this confrontation seemed inevitable, this clearing was as good a place to
meet it as any, and better than most
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