Her eyes sprang fully opened, and she beheld Howard's rickety bookshelves. P-h-y-s-i-c-s. A coil of radiant energy shot from the word, flooding into her skull like a sunbeam passing through glass. She closed her eyes. Her dendrites danced. Her synapses sparkeld.

Only Begotten Daughter (p. 90), Harcourt Incorporated. 1990