From the Inside Flap
Frightened, Heather raised herself onto her bruised elbows. Shimmer, Joe, and Dane had also been thrown to the deck when the ship shot forward. She could see from Shimmer's face that he was as bewildered as she was.
"It is not my magic," he yelled. "Dane?"
"It must be Heather. She has my crystal," he shouted.
"Heather, slow the ship!" Shimmer exclaimed.
"But I'm not doing anything," she cried.
"Yes you are," Dane said. "What were you thinking about right before it happened?"
The image of the speeding arrow popped into Heather's mind. She squeezed her eyes closed as she imagined the arrow slowing. The wind eased and the creaks and groans from the ship lessened. The crisis was over, but suddenly she was hauled roughly to her feet. Dane snatched his dragon crystal from around her neck.
"Idiot child. You could have killed us all."
"That's enough, Dane. She didn't know what she was doing," Shimmer said.
Heather muttered something under her breath as Dane turned away. An expression of utter incredulity came over his face. "What did you just call me?" he managed.
This time, Heather made an effort to articulate every syllable. "A... horse's... arse."
Joe and Manny nearly fell to the deck again, helpless with laughter. Even Shimmer had difficulty keeping his countenance.
"Why you cheeky monkey!" Dane sputtered. "I ought to spank you for that."
"Try it and you'll feel the sting of my blade," Heather spat.