GHOST REVENGE
She shrieked, diving sideways onto the carpet just as the heavy piece of furniture slammed onto the floor with a deafening crash, shattering its wooden panels into splinters.
Maria lay on the floor, breathing heavily, her face pale as a sheet. Bless the Goddess of the Moon, there was no physical injury on her body at all, the corner of the wardrobe had missed her skull by mere inches. But at least the shock made her stop talking bad stuff about me, about Philomena.
Telekinesis. That was what the book had made me. I could make objects move, bend, and break without touching them, simply by projecting my mind's raw intent.