Now, Nadja gripped the railing and became entranced by the hypnotic patterns in the manastorm below. Images of the explosion flashed through her mind, like a battering of hailstones. Dunkelzahn’s limousine pulling out from the hotel’s circular drive. The explosion ripping through the night, vaporizing the limo in an instantaneous fiery blast as Nadja stood on the curb and spoke with Carla Brooks. The sleek black Mitsubishi Nightsky engulfed by a spiked sphere of plasma and searing orange heat.