She lay half-stunned, staring up at a brown sky, electricity convulsing inside low-hanging clots of dark green clouds. Masses of tiny, biting insects swarmed through the air, fouled by noxious gases burbling and belching up from the swamp. Her senses retuned and she fought the desperate drag of the mud to sit up. Beside her Shawe struggled, with only one functioning arm, to keep Copernicus’ face clear of the filth. Diega lunged over to help. She slid her hands under Copernicus’ head and he stirred, fighting to open his eyes, but the poison had now spread further and he couldn’t manage it. Diega felt as if her heart were ripping apart, a burning pain radiating across her chest. She cringed, unable to stop her distress from surfacing. Shawe cursed beside her. His arm was a mess, the skin sloughing off around the new stab wound, but his expression was still set into sheer unyielding stubbornness. Diega had always hated that look, but now she knew it meant he was going to race death right to the end, no matter what.
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