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“You’re not a sorcerer,” Marla said bluntly. “You don’t hold yourself like someone who<br />
uses power. I can see that. Maybe you’ve heard some things, seen some things, maybe<br />
you’re a third-rate seer, even, but you can’t be any help to me, and you’re not a threat to<br />
me, either. I’m incredibly busy. I have to go. I’d suggest you stay away from me, no<br />
matter what your dreams say. The last thing I need is the additional complication of<br />
your presence. I am simply too busy to be interested in you. Come on, Rondeau.” She<br />
walked away.<br />
“Sorry, man,” Rondeau said behind her. “She’s a woman with a mission. I love your<br />
work, really.”<br />
Rondeau caught up with her farther down the block. “Bitch,” he said amiably.<br />
“Starfucker,” she replied.<br />
“I wonder if that psychic streak is what ruined his movie career?” Rondeau said.<br />
“Probably. Poor bastard. Neither one thing nor the other. At least you and me, we’re up<br />
to our foreheads in magic, it’s our element, we can breathe in it. He’s probably been<br />
having dreams and seeing shit his whole life, but not strongly enough for any sorcerer to<br />
bother seeking him out to mentor him, so he’s not part of our world, but he’s too weird<br />
for the ordinaries, too.”<br />
“Pretty eyes, though,” Rondeau said.<br />
Marla laughed.<br />
After Marla left, B seriously considered taking a train back to the East Bay and going<br />
about the regular business of his life: reading history and mythology books, sleeping as<br />
much as possible, sifting through his dreams. What difference did it make to him what<br />
happened to Marla? But he knew his life was tangled up in hers for the next few days,<br />
that causes already past had led to effects that were as yet unnoticed. She didn’t want to<br />
acknowledge that, didn’t believe it—fair enough. Things would become clear to her<br />
later. He just wanted to get through these next days, and see Marla get through them.<br />
Because if she didn’t, San Francisco would suffer a disaster that would make the 1906<br />
earthquake and fire seem trivial. After all, those nested catastrophes had only destroyed<br />
a third of the city. Things were likely to be a lot worse this time, and these days there<br />
was a lot more city to be destroyed. B had no great affection for San Francisco, but that<br />
was mostly because it was the center of his old life, when he’d worked in the movies<br />
and lived with his lover, H. Now he lived across the bay, in Oakland, where H had died,<br />
where the ghost that B was most responsible for resided. Even so, he’d had one of those<br />
dreams, and he knew from past experience there was no getting out of it—even if he<br />
tried to run away, events would conspire to draw him in.<br />
He had the feeling Marla could be difficult to find if she wanted to be, and B wasn’t<br />
much good at tracking people down. Fortunately, he had other methods. It was never<br />
very difficult to find an oracle, or a minor spirit, or a cryptophyte that could provide him<br />
with information. After wandering through various alleys, he noticed a huge metal trash