you did it before and i 'm an excellent climber . art sighed and ran a hand through his short , dark brown hair . she stared at him as if he 'd grown another head . certainly human values today were not what they once had been . the things they made me do ... the things i saw ... so he put back his cloak , in spite of the snow , to show his lack of weapons , and rode slowly into the storm . soon , the remote-viewers were forced to leave . 