" Her teeth clattered together like banging cymbals. Her fingernails glowed white, and her heart stuttered over two beats. “Input. It. Now.”

“Done!”

Let go, Nika. All you have to do is let go. She focused on her fingers, which seemed to be glued to the conduit, and directed every conscious process to willing them apart millimeter by—

—she flew backward across the room and slammed into what remained of a wall. "

― G.S. Jennsen , Of A Darker Void (Asterion Noir #2; Amaranthe #12)