CHAPTER 27Somewhere above her, as if she looked through a tunnel, Mara glimpsed blue clouds in the distance. Then something yanked her forward and upward. The tunnel walls glowed and spun as she rushed, falling in the wrong direction, as if gravity had somehow reversed. Though dizziness threated to overcome her, she still fought against the black mist that crawled over her skin, that tried to seep into her mouth and eyes.
And all motion stopped. The spinning, the falling upward, the prickly sensation of the Aphotis clinging to her. All gone. She blinked her eyes and opened them, found herself standing in billowing clouds of a glacier blue fog. Ahead of her, she could see movement. And heard sounds, like footsteps. The steam parted like a shroud, revealing the silhouette of a man.
“Hello,
