Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 205
The controller had calmed down. In fact, he looked
much too calm now. "Well, Mister Chan, maybe I know
something you don't. Unlike Yuri, we have the backing of the
Winds. We know the Truth about them, you see." Axel was
sure Turcaret had put a capital T on Truth. "That the Winds are
ultimately destined to be our servants."
He swung the sword in a bright arc over his head, and
brought it down on Axel's neck.
Jordan was half way to Axel’s room when the new vision
began.
He could sense Armiger, somewhere in the back of his
mind. He knew the man was still in bed with Megan, but had
stoically managed to stay away from them. Armiger’s senses
were seductive, dangerously so.
This new thing was something else, another voice or
voices. Despite himself, he stopped, bewildered.
He stood in one of the main halls of the manor. He could
distinctly hear voices coming from one of the salons. Layered
overtop that was a confused jumble of whispers, whose origin
he could not place. They seemed to be coming from all around
him.
Many of the whispers were in languages he didn't know;
some were in his own. He also caught fragmentary, strange
glimpses of things: black sky; the side of a building at night;
something that looked like a tiny model of the Boros estate,
viewed from above.
He shook his head, trying to remain calm. As he had the
last time, he would have to pause now, and damp the visions
down, or else he would be unable to get to the safety of Axel’s
room. If he was to do that, he would have to find a secluded
spot, or Turcaret’s men would find him.