Chapter twoSnow clogging my mouth. Snow blocking my ears. Snow blinding me.
Over and over I went, smothered, feeling the frightening power of the avalanche. Down the slope we hurtled, bits of wood flailing about in the white smother. With a ferocious sweep I cleared my eyes — but blackness persisted as the snow pressed in.
Gasping for air, wallowing about like a fish on land, I caught the abrupt pallor of blueness. A blue radiance glowed into life. Within that globe of light the figure of Starson, upside down, became visible.
The Star Lords were calling their kregoinye back! Starson was being rescued. Mentioning Makki Grodno to myself I made a muscle-cracking effort to stabilize my avalanche-driven antics. The blue globe began to move — began to move away from me!
Somehow I flung mysel
