They can read photons as simply as breathing. They bounce them off everything they meet. It's as easy as shooting a glance at a passing stranger. They know the world has a living, beating heart of molten magnetic rock and they are in touch with its chord.As they get older, Chords tend to float west and move back home. The further west the better. Facing the Atlantic makes them feel comfortable so they retreat to where they can spend the day cycling through the drizzle, getting zapped by nothing more powerful than a dry-stone wall or a flock of sheep. This is Chord heaven. Now Chord heaven is calling home a girl who is so isolated she doesn't even know her peculiarity actually has a name. Banba Boyle explodes onto Tir an Òirean consciousness with a spectacular sleight of transformed molecules. The local Chords don't know what to make of her but they are determined that if she's as good as she seems, as good as the fabled Lugh, her place is with them. But Banba brings trouble with her to Tir an Oir. His name is Conrad. Conrad is a serious Discord.