Michael (The Mark) (The Airel Saga, Book 4: Part 7-8) - Plot & Excerpts
From the instrument panel behind me, there was a gaggle of loud buzzers sounding off. I peeled my eyes open, and they were instantly stung by a thousand needles of thin atmosphere. I was dizzy; it was difficult to breathe. One arm was hooked through the supporting structure of a seat, and one leg was cocked up and wedged behind me in the doorway to the flight deck. I looked out the closest available window, one of the windscreens in the cockpit behind me, and I saw what looked like blackness with an occasional pink-orange stripe passing vertically from right to left.That’s the sunset. The horizon. We were sideways and cartwheeling through the air.My body was being pulled. I looked back to the direction I was facing, the direction I was being pulled. There was Michael, still buckled to his seat and passed out. More importantly, though, there was wide-open nothingness where the back of the plane had been.And I was being sucked toward it.Where is Ellie? Hex and Bishop were gone. I could see Michael, and I tried to make my way toward him.
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