The moment my feet push me forward, the scout roars and rushes at me with his trench coat billowing behind him. I see myself in his sunglasses the second before his sword swings across my body. I lean back far enough for him to miss me; but when I right myself, I enter the glowing trail the sword left behind.
- Chapter 17, page 202
This is one of the many reasons why these are some of my favorite books. Review on Monday!