Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Ink stains on back cover.
Jon drew in his breath sharply and pointed with a shaking hand.
An object was rising in the night sky, surrounded by a soft glow of rosy light ...
Penny choked back a scream:
This was something she did not understand, and she feared and hated it.
But there was someone else watching from the shadows, someone who made the dangerous mistake of underestimating the Lone Piners.