My stomach heaved as I landed on my hands and knees on a hard stone floor, the deep crimson of the rock suddenly wet with the contents of my stomach. Luckily there wasn't much to come up, but I still expected to see fluttering, brightly winged insects fly out of my mouth.

My eyes flickered over the hands supporting me, taking a long moment to register the color of my skin and nails. Where was my pale complexion? The sideways crescent moon scar on my left hand where I'd been ...