Excerpt from Death Defiant:
Bright light filled her vision. Dying had never felt like this. It dimmed after a moment, and she looked over. Bel stood over the man, who cowered with his broken arm—sharp turns, shattered, bent at more than one unnatural angle—tight against his chest. Only, Bel was glowing. Her flesh filled with white light, casting her body in shades of pink and red. It was as if a sun had formed inside her and was trying to burn its way out.
The words came from everywhere, and Cheri was sure time must have frozen, because nobody moved. To disrupt the stillness would mean death, but then the woman released Cheri from her grip.
The woman, shaking, scrambled to the man's side, never daring to rise to her full height. She stayed crouched, staring at the ethereal form as it approached the one they hunted.
Bel's light faded, and she reached down to loop an arm around Cheri. Just like that, the world around them rushed past in a blur of light and sound.