"It's time to put our cards on the table" he said obliquely.
Puck nodded in agreement. The scrying ball had offered nought.
His telepathy was completely failing him - all contact with Charley was down, and the etheric web ether-net was giving him nothing. It was almost as though Charley did not exist - all trace of her had vapoured.
He pushed his black thoughts aside, but they quickly pushed back a moment later.
Goober got up, opened the door and ushered them briskly out, with a firm incantation and a stick he used to crack over their scrawny heads. The black thoughts scurried on their spindly black legs into two groups running for the corner near the door, hoping not to be seen, but with a clap of his hands and very firm words, he squeezed them all out of the room, closing the door abruptly behind them.
Puck had not even noticed this commotion - his head was bowed over the cards laid out before him on the crystal coffee table.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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