A Fistful of Sand Book 1Chapter 19 Phoenix
The room looked oddly familiar. She'd dreamt this place before. 'Strange, ' Laura thought. 'Why aren't I afraid?' Laura stepped up to the wall of the crystal sphere that was currently holding her prisoner. Maybe not a pure sphere ... It seemed to grow organically from the floor, perhaps ten paces in diameter, doming over her head almost to the ceiling. Her reflection distorted and refracted in the sharp edges where seemingly random shapes met to form its solid wall. Through the...