The holographic display in the war room is a nightmare of flashing crimson warnings.
"The Tokyo node is at critical thermal mass," Morgan shouts, her fingers flying frantically across the holographic keyboard. "The cooling towers are melting. The physical infrastructure is going to slag in less than three minutes!"
I stare at the flashing red lights, my heart hammering against my bruised ribs. The "thermal virus" is spreading to London and New York. The Architects of the New Dawn are winning. They are forcing raw magic through the silicon of the global network, and the physical world is burning.
"Isla, we have to sever the link!" Kade projects fiercely, his mental voice dropping to a lethal, icy calm. He is kneeling beside my chair, his right hand gripping my shoulder. "If you try to ha
