From one of the tunnels, Winnipeg emerged at a full-tilt sprint, half her face marred by a jagged bloody gash that rendered one eye nothing more than a sealed welt. She leapt through the air in a squall of wind, hitting the top of one of the leaning cabinets and dashing along the line between solid ground and a plunge into the chasm with imperturbable finesse.

(Chapter 6)