Sand: Oh, very well. Give [the Shards] here and let me see what my keen arcane senses can determine...
BOOM
Sand: *Picking himself off the floor* Well, it seems to have some... resentment, to being scryed.
Hiya, Chuck. I know you're watching. A quarter in the slot for a peek? Dirty voyeur-voyeur-voyeur. Enjoy the show? Guess it's my turn, eh, Chuck? Don't struggle. Fair is fair. What's a little mutual violation between friends? Hush now, Chuck: I'm just going to stare into your slot...
— The Black Signal, The Secret World
Elizabeth Braddock is a telepath, and her first reaction will be to learn the intruder's identity by scanning her mind. With Cobweb, As you know, this is a grave mistake. Cobweb is in constant psychic contact with a number of past and future versions of herself, forming the time-spanning web from which she derives her name. Cobweb is used to this sensation. It may make her a little... ah, irritable at times, but her mind can handle reality from this somewhat curious perspective. Elizabeth Braddock, however, will be plunged suddenly into a world where time has no meaning, where past, present, and future melt into a terrifying kaleidoscope. For her sanity to survive, her mind will have to shut itself off.
—Wardog, Captain Britain, "Executive Action"
Crichton: There are so many things that I want to say to my family and friends. If you could absorb these thoughts - could find a way to get a message back to Earth...
Zhaan: You want me to join with you in Unity.
Crichton: I just want my dad to know...
[She undoes his restraints and places her hands on the sides of his head in preparation for Unity]
Zhaan: Concentrate on me...
[Suddenly, Crichton has been replaced by the Scorpius neural clone, and Zhaan is in agony]
Harvey: Hello, Delvian. 10th level Pa'u? Pity. 12th could break this bond. Time to pray...
Kami: [telepathically] I wanted to tell you that Mr. Popo has acquired the final Dragon Ball and is ready to summon the Dragon.
King Kai: [also telepathically] Awesome! Now let me talk to him.
Kami: Heh. If you insist.
King Kai: Alright, now, Mr. Popo- [BOOM] BLARGH! How the hell do you work with this guy!?
"My manager sent me to courier a message for your C-suite crisis team. Hand-to-hand, eyes only, because the regular networks are all compromised. I'm supposed to deliver it in person, so-" McKracken looked at me - "I apologize in advance," he says, then hits me in the face with a soul-gaze.
I manage to catch him under the arm before he crumples, and save his pint from spilling for the second time in a minute, and I'm pretty certain I managed not to take a bite out of him but dammit, it's a really bad idea to take me by surprise that way.
Elizabeth: One of the assistants I gave to Diablerie was a telepath, under orders to secretly read his mind and determine his intentions. This is the report he submitted.
Alison: He wrote all this?
Elizabeth: No, that's book one. I gather that book thirty will be completed as soon as he sneaks another crayon past the orderlies. Diablerie seems to have a very effective psychic defense mechanism.
Basira: You look awful. You try drinking with Daisy again?
Jon: It's not a hangover. Well, not- I wasn't drinking.
Basira: Drugs, then? Sick? Got some weird monster disease?
Jon: Yesterday I deliberately tried to Know something, like I did in the coffin, but there was too much.
Basira: What did you find out?
Jon: Nothing. There was too much.
Basira: You don't remember any of it?
Jon: You drink the whole contents of a bar, you don't remember what the Merlot tastes like. It just... hurt.
—The Magnus Archives, "The Movement of the Heavens"
The scavenger suddenly sat up and grabbed Constantine by the throat. Which was quite impossible.
Yet the scavenger began choking him - with his free hand, the other one on the spear, the contact giving him the power to grip an invisible spirit, to do the impossible: to strangle someone who wasn't quite there.
Constantine struggled but couldn't get a grip on the scavenger's hand, couldn't seem to find a way to prise him off - he was just spirit.
—Constantine: The Novelization
