'He looked down at his hand. It was larger, paler, and much smoother than it should be. Startled, he looked up. Sure enough, the sky was no longer blue, but a dark purple, the color of early evening. Thoughts that weren’t Danyell’s poured into his mind, as he looked at the darkness pooling at his feet. It would swallow him whole, shatter him into a million pieces, if he wasn’t careful.'