Chapter #2 Bennu Rising Christian squeezed his eyes shut, fully expecting the Toyota Tundra to smash him to the pavement, smearing his body into paste, and crushing his beaker of plasma balls into a coruscant fireball. But none of that happened. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened. Only that the mid-morning chill and smell of wet snow had been replaced by a warm numbness and the faint scent of curried lime. And though he had leaped, he still hadn't landed. His body had stopped falling but hadn't touched the ground. Maybe it would help if I opened my eyes. He did, but whether it ...