Inside the Silverwing, the mood was tense. Jonah was awake, his mind clear, but his body felt disconnected from his mind. The strange sense of other Weavers was a constant itch in the body, reminding him of the powerful group Sterling was putting together.
But they had a more immediate problem. They were stranded.
"So, we're stuck," Jonah said, looking at the image of their world on the main viewer. It looked peaceful from up here. It was hard to believe a war was happening on its surface.
Ariana stood next to him, with her arms folded and a serious look on her face. "Not stuck," she corrected. "Trapped."
