The Protectors Trilogy: Book Two
When we looked up, we saw the invisible force that held the explosion in by the definite lines that the turbulent waves of power and light were crashing against, undulating inside of its shape in slow motion, stalled by the force keeping them from expanding outwards. It seemed to float, held motionless against the backdrop of the wreckage around it. Red streaks marred the perpetual flashes of light, rising and falling when they found no crevice to break through. Then, without allowing more than a few seconds to pass from its beginning to the instant we had seen it and recognized its stillness, the walls shrunk inwards, closing in on itself until there was nothing but ash falling from where a marble of light had last hovered four feet above the ground. Shift had come back somewhere in the middle of the minute's long happening, his expression summing up what mine failed to show. "You..." He turned to Shadow, his doubt slowing down what would have been an instant jump to her side. She vacantly shook her head.