Ardala clawed her way back to consciousness, her entire body screaming at her that it very much did not want to be awake. She was lying on a hard bed with a thin blanket over her and she was entirely alone in a room that smelled like lightning and pain. Throwing the blanket to the side, she forced herself out of the bed onto unstable legs. They had done something to her mind, her recent days were hazy and indistinct. They were still there, but they required focus to see, as though they were ...