The Dragon's Silent Shadow
Flying the ship had nearly killed her.
"You didn't filter the magic this time, Prince," Zephyr rasped. "You became a sink. You absorbed the shockwave. Now your body thinks its job is to eat energy, not release it."
Captain Vane kicked a piece of debris, sending it clattering down the slope.
"Well, unless he can eat the Empire," Vane grumbled, adjusting a sling on his arm, "we have a problem. Look."
He pointed to the sky to the south.
Three black specks were circling. They weren't birds. They were too rigid, their flight patterns too grid-like.