Inches from the ground, she concentrated, feeling the Force flow through her body and into the air molecules around her…

Run. Keep running. If I stop, they’ll kill me for sure. Her lungs were on fire. Her muscles screamed for release.

His malicious words stabbed Ahrs's heart like a frozen spear, slicing apart flesh and leaving what was left to slowly shatter.

Soon the entire apparatus was coated in glowing figures. Ancient, wondrous symbols whose like Ahrs had only seen in storybooks.

Silver flashed. Ripping the casting catalyst from his belt, the nobleman flung the long chain and attached weight at Savion . . .

Ahrs's world swam. Not from loss of blood; the town physician had only drawn enough to fill a small vial, into which he'd sprinkled . . .