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Abruptly
,
with
only
the
faintest
lurch
of
warning
,
the
left
wing
,
weakened
by
the
storm
,
twisted
upward
and
in
,
slamming
across
the
side
of
the
’
thopter
.
The
craft
skidded
across
a
dune
top
,
twisting
to
the
left
.
It
tumbled
down
the
opposite
face
to
bury
its
nose
in
the
next
dune
amid
a
cascade
of
sand
.
They
lay
stopped
on
the
broken
wing
side
,
the
right
wing
pointing
toward
the
stars
.
Paul
jerked
off
his
safety
harness
,
hurled
himself
upward
across
his
mother
,
wrenching
the
door
open
.
Sand
poured
around
them
into
the
cabin
,
bringing
a
dry
smell
of
burned
flint
.
He
grabbed
the
pack
from
the
rear
,
saw
that
his
mother
was
free
of
her
harness
.
She
stepped
up
onto
the
side
of
the
right
-
hand
seat
and
out
onto
the
’
thopter
’
s
metal
skin
.
Paul
followed
,
dragging
the
pack
by
its
straps
.
“
Run
!
”
he
ordered
.
He
pointed
up
the
dune
face
and
beyond
it
where
they
could
see
a
rock
tower
undercut
by
sandblast
winds
.
Jessica
leaped
off
the
’
thopter
and
ran
,
scrambling
and
sliding
up
the
dune
.
She
heard
Paul
’
s
panting
progress
behind
.
They
came
out
onto
a
sand
ridge
that
curved
away
toward
the
rocks
.
“
Follow
the
ridge
,
”
Paul
ordered
.
“
It
’
ll
be
faster
.
”
They
slogged
toward
the
rocks
,
sand
gripping
their
feet
.
A
new
sound
began
to
impress
itself
on
them
:
a
muted
whisper
,
a
hissing
,
an
abrasive
slithering
.
“
Worm
,
”
Paul
said
.
