Christ, he really was going nuts, wasn't it? Petrellis kept the crazy in the blood.
"I can't believe it," he replied in a murmur. He'd seen Isaac's paintings of the future. He'd watched Linderman heal his wife of what they'd been told was a permanent paralysis. He could fly. And yet he just couldn't buy into this. At all. "How the hell do you do that?"
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"I can't believe it," he replied in a murmur. He'd seen Isaac's paintings of the future. He'd watched Linderman heal his wife of what they'd been told was a permanent paralysis. He could fly. And yet he just couldn't buy into this. At all. "How the hell do you do that?"