Clairvoyance / Shielding

“Yeah, but …” Jace said, tilting his head like he was trying to listen for something that human ears can’t really hear. “I don’t know. I can’t quite bring it into focus … doesn’t help that he’s drunk off his ass.…”

“Hey, sorry. Next time write me a memo, huh?” “Forget about it,” he said. “It’s just … I mean, Tezzeret’s not the kind of guy to do magic just for the hell of it.”

“Magic?” A cold shiver flickered up my spine. I do not like to be cold. “I didn’t sense any magic.”

“You’re not a telepath,” he said absently, squinting now through a frown deep enough it should have shown bone. “It’s like … there’s something in there, in his mind, that I can’t quite see.”

***

“Be ready,” he said, low, as he moved cautiously through the doorway, layering shield upon shield around himself until he looked like a man-shaped patch of blue fog.

Baltrice: This Old Man, Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3)