Book 4. Chapter 3
Brin sighed in relief as his last conscious thread returned and he had his full mind back. Well, most of his mind. Two or three directed threads running Invisible Eyes didn't make a noticeable impact on his perception of time.
“Ok, I'm ready. What's up?” Brin asked.
Hogg had poured himself an iced tea and now sat down on his favorite reclining chair. He hadn't actually brought all his furniture from Hammon's Bog, but he'd bought a lot of the same things here in Blackcliff, though nothing as expensive as he'd like.
"So today--" Hogg started.
"Actually hold that thought. We got something from Lumina! But I don't really understand it." Brin showed Hogg the paper Lumina had sent.
Hogg stepped over to snatch it out of his hands, and then paced back and forth in the living room reading it. He frowned, looking back and forth between Brin and the paper a few times.
Finally he said, "Incredible. So it really exists. A bit ironic that I find this when I can't use it anymore. You know what this is, right?"
Brin shook his head. "Maybe if I had a couple hours to go over it, but my knowledge of the Language isn't even close to the point where I can understand a spell at a glance."
He did have more tools for that kind of thing than he used to, though. He immediately created a Directed Thread with the instruction to start reading through the words so that when the time came to cast it, he'd be able to. Then just to speed things up, he cast three more, to start in different sections of the spell.