"What—"
Suddenly Kesley felt himself struck by a blinding bolt of force; it spun him around, whirled him as if he were in a maelstrom, lifted him up. He saw the smiling faces of Spahl and Foursmith, saw all the mutants dwindle behind him. He rose, higher and higher, spinning vertiginously, frozen in an instantaneous moment of time. Space hung beneath him.
Then he began to fall.
XIII
For a moment, after the spinning stopped, Kesley imagined he was back on the sands outside Wiener. Then, gradually, his eyes began to shift into focus. He looked around.
He was in a room. That was the first thing to grasp.
His senses told him he was in a room, high, with bare walls that glowed of their own inner luminescence.
Good. He was in a room.
He was no longer in the same room that he had been in in Mutie City. He was sure of that, too. The big-skulled mutant named Edwin had lifted him—teleport, Spahl said?—and had sent him somewhere.