The Crucible

" Flora, stay! You are not giving up yet, are you?" Lieutenant Hernandez's bellow pierced the chaos of the battleground, his voice coarse and constricted with anxiety.

Flora, her breathing ragged and her body pulsing with prostration, replied between heaving breaths," I — I am not done, sir. I will not let this master me." Her voice, while strained, was with fierce determination that was communicated to everyone within her vicinity.

" Each alternate out then's a test," Captain ...