She flexed her arm under his nose, muscles coiling and loosing. “This is the only power that exists in here. You haven’t got it, and you’re looking for some to cover your ass. But you’ve come to the wrong store.” “No,” Miles denied, and tapped his forehead. “This is power. And I own the store. This controls that”—he slapped his bunched fist. “Men may move mountains, but ideas move men. Minds can be reached through bodies—what else is the point of all this”— he waved at the camp— “but to reach your minds through your bodies. But that power flows both ways, and the outflow is the stronger tide.
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