While we walked he kept a hand thrust out towards the highway, thumb extended.<\/i>
\n“Warding charm,” he said in response to my look. “We don’t want anyone to notice us while we’re out here; this makes sure they won’t. Virtually fool-proof except for the actual fools willing to pull over.”<\/i>
\n“What do you do with them?”<\/i>
\nHe shrugged, his shoulders sliding oddly beneath the long coat. “Let them see what I really look like. Most of them assume it’s some bad acid coming back up or a warning from god or something and take off.”<\/i>
\n“That’s who pulls over?”<\/i>
\nHe nodded. “Hippies and good samaritans; they’re both dying out, though, so it doesn’t come up much as it used to. The sixties were a pain in the ass.”<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
While we walked he kept a hand thrust out towards the highway, thumb extended. “Warding charm,” he said in response to my look. “We don’t want anyone to notice us while we’re out here; this makes sure they won’t. Virtually fool-proof except for the actual fools willing to pull over.” “What do you do with … <\/p>\n