“His cloaks blew her hair about her face as he finally left. She could see out through the foyer to the steps leading to the entrance. Nullian bodies were strewn all over the grassy grounds and marble staircase. She couldn’t even bring herself to cry or feel anything other than beaten. She could sense Lura staring at her, feeling betrayed, but she couldn’t let her die under her watch. She just sat there as the other councilors began to cautiously exit their seats and brush off the glass shards. Vinchu ran to check in on Katree after her courage nearly got her killed. Surrounded in a sea of glass, Shy’lo could only stare defeated outside as the doors enchanted to open and close on their own refused.”

-Excerpt from A Promising Horizon, Chapter twelve