Reflections of Dawn

Lifetime

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the violence the tremors wrent upon the shaking earth ceased long enough for Julianna to believe they'd stopped.

The landscape was almost unrecognisable.
If it had been growing in the ground, it was now uprooted, roots splayed to the sun.

The ground was now pockmarked with shallow sunken valleys and low mounded ridges, almost vein-like in their shallow decoration of the ground.
It wasn't a drastic change, surprisingly, but enough to know something was different.

Julianna crept forwards carefully, exploring the extent of the damage, her aunt yelling out caution behind her which Julianna promptly dismissed in exchange for exploration of this newly perceived version of the world.

The sounds of movement drew her attention, and carefully, with a hunters tread, she crept around the mounds of uprooted gorse and foliage, only to gasp in surprise and duck back behind her cover, stealthy drawing her seraph blade and signalling to her aunt.

Behind the bushes, Lilith yanked herself out of a crack in the ground, black blood pouring from her body.
She was wounded, weak, but very much alive.

Deep in the caves, Sebastian pulled himself from under a what felt like a mountain of rock.
Using the dim natural light of the rock around him, he scrambled for his stele, wincing as pain wracked his body.
Luckily, nothing felt broken, although everything up to that was a possibility.

Then he saw the body.

A girl, laying on her side, hair over her face.

Creeping forwards on hands and knees, he grew puzzled.

She was no one he knew. She was blonde. She was nearly as tall as him. And she was definitely a Shadowhunter.

Luci could not think straight. He head pounded, and she could feel blood on her skin.
She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe, everything was dark and crushingly small.

Then there were the hands. The strong, almost violently forceful hands that pulled her from the dark, yanking her into a less crampt, dimly lit space.

The sound of tearing fabric, and hands gently pressed a wad of cloth to her tender head. Different hands. Nicer, gentler hands.

"More pressure on her wound if you don't want her to die." Spat a coarse voice. Alysha, very obviously pissed.

The other hands obeyed​, making Luci yelp.

End of book 3.

What do you make of that? Interesting? Book 4 worthy?