The sizzle of Power zinged through the silence, singed the air with the reek of it, and the red flash lit the man's face briefly. But she saw it and would not soon forget it. He went sailing across the room. Glass crashed. The man's sudden outcry and all other thumping sounds associated with his fall rent the room.
Zofia sat up—gulping in valuable oxygen, now that she could breath—trying to ascertain if she needed to throw another Power burst, but she couldn't' see where the man had landed.
Another crash came in the direction of the door, this time. Zofia thought the man was attempting to escape. Everything seemed to be happening all at once. A wedge of light poured into her room from the hall through the open door. There was a frisson of panic as someone—Biddle—shouted something unintel
