Flashback ( PDFDrive )

But the arrow blasted into Sophie’s mangled hand.
A sob broke free when the darkness sank into her veins, tearing up
her arm like frozen fire, blazing past her elbow, over her shoulder, up
her neck.
Flashes and shouts raged all around. But Sophie lost track of the
battle. She lost track of herself as the shadows seared into her head
and sank into her brain.
“Hang on!” Dex shouted.
She didn’t want to listen—she wanted to hide in the soft little nook
in her mind where it was quiet and safe and far, far away from the
pain.
But she sucked in a long breath, trying to slow her pulse as she
shoved another Panakes blossom into her mouth and dragged her
throbbing body back to her feet. Her head spun and her eyes watered,
and when the world came into focus she found Dex and Wylie
standing side by side in the center of a massive, blobby-green bubble.
Both still looked strong and steady, but Wylie had a deep gash above
his right eyebrow, and Dex’s left arm was twisted at an odd angle.
The Neverseen, meanwhile, were hiding behind yet another force
field.
But at least they’d taken some hits. Ruy’s cloak was now missing a
sleeve, and his exposed skin was covered in blisters. And Umber
seemed to be favoring one of her legs.
Gethen’s lips were even swollen and bleeding as he shouted,
“Enough! I don’t think you realize the predicament you’re in.”
He pointed to Fitz, whose face was now a terrifying shade of blue—
the same shade that Sophie’s wounded right hand was turning.