Free Phantom by Terry Goodkind Page A

glanced to the windows as they lit with flashes of lightning. When the room again fell to darkness, Nicci could again see the thing watching from a dark world.
    “And you sincerely believe that it’s somehow harming Nicci?” Zedd asked.
    “I know it is. Look at this divergence, right here. Such a thing is lethal even without this added breach over here. I know a lot about representational designs involving lethality.”
    Zedd gave Richard a forbidding look. “I need to know what you’re talking about, what you mean by ‘representational designs involving lethality.’”
    “Later. We have to get her out of there, first, and we have to get her out now.”
    Zedd shook his head in resignation. “I wish I knew a way, Richard, I truly do, but as I’ve said, I don’t. If you try to pull her out of there before the verification has run its course, that alone will kill her for sure. That much I do know.”
    “Why?”
    “Because her life is in a way suspended. Don’t you see that she isn’t breathing? The spell-form surrounding her supports her life while she cannot, while the web runs through the verification. She is, in a way, now a part of the spell itself. Pull her out, and you will be pulling her out of the mechanism that is keeping her alive.”
    Nicci’s heart sank. For a moment, she had begun to believe Richard, to believe that he could do it. It was not to be.
    All the while the glowing eyes watched. She could see the shape of it, now, standing there in the dark shadows beside a tall shelf. It looked something like a man twisted into a fearsome beast of sinew and knotted muscle. Its eyes gleamed out from the darkness of death itself.
    It was the beast that hunted Richard. The beast sent by Jagang, the dream walker.
    She would have done anything to stop it, to keep it from Richard, but she could not move a muscle. With every new line of light, she was being stitched tighter and tighter to her fate, pulled inexorably into the darkness of eternity beyond life.
    “Even if it’s mutating,” Richard said as if thinking aloud, “it still has elements that support it while it grows.”
    “Richard, a verification web is self-generating. Even if it was mutating like you say, there is no way to halt such an event.”
    “If it can be shut down,” Richard murmured, “it will release her—then we won’t be pulling her out of it while her life is still being supported by the spell.”
    Sighing, Zedd shook his head as if he thought Richard hadn’t understood a thing he’d said.
    Richard studied the lines one last time, then abruptly reached out and placed his finger at an intersection that had been created back before the area of contamination.
    The line extinguished at his finger.
    “Dear spirits,” Nathan said as he leaned in.
    The shadow took a step forward. Nicci could now see its fangs.
    The line that had extinguished felt as if it pulled her insides out with it. Nicci fought to cling to life. If he really could do it, if he really could extinguish the spell, she had a chance to warn him.
    If she could hold on that long.
    Richard withdrew his finger. The line ignited again. It lanced through her like a razor-sharp spear. The world flickered.
    “See?”
    Zedd reached out to duplicate what Richard had done, but with a yelp of pain pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned.
    “It’s shielded with Subtractive Magic,” Ann said.
    Zedd shot her a murderous scowl.
    “And remember the shields back at the Palace of the Prophets?” Richard asked her. “Remember how I was able to pass through them?”
    Ann nodded. “I still have nightmares about it.”
    Richard reached out again, quickly this time, and again blocked the line of light. Again it extinguished.
    Richard then put a finger from his other hand at an intersection preceding the darkened line. In a blink, more lines went dark. He moved his first finger to insert it at another key point, working his way back through the pattern, causing the spell to