“The failure of losing so many of them would haunt her forever and now Alex was in trouble and she felt like she was failing again. Not this time, not with Alex. I'll succeed if I have to rip the Mover apart with my bare hands! The Mover's fate for Alex's life will be what Alex wills for his life! Blessed Divinity, you cannot make this his fate! My life for his, any other life on earth for his please!

Momentarily, Kera had been taken aback at the fact that she prayed and to the concept of God that her disenfranchised Veldean forebears had given her. It often bewildered her that in times of stress she had learned to pray to a God of a people she had despised, especially since she had been an artificial construct of theirs. She eventually had made the assumption that it was all part of having a soul, of being dunjo, as they would have said on a now dead planet.”