Of course, she had seen people disappear before, although that wasn’t quite the right way to
describe it. Nearly two decades ago, when she had been a whaler, they’d used another word for the
power Daud had let them share.
Transversal. The ability to move across space in the blink of an eye, without being seen. To
disappear, as it were, from one spot and reappear in another, whether it was a hundred yards down
the street or a hundred feet up, balancing on the edge of a rooftop.