The computer screen bored into Tui Sutherland's eyes. She had stopped typing book seven of the Wings of Fire series 20 minutes ago. She had writers block. Tui pushed against her desk, send her office chair spinning backwards. Food, she thought, that will help, like a MudWing. She exited her office room, which was full of post-it notes stuck onto the wall with scribbled reminders and ideas. Half walking, half running down her steep staircase, she skidded to a stop at her kitchen. Maybe a slice of cheese. Opening her refrigerator door, she felt the cool breeze blow on her face and grabbed a block of cheese as her thoughts went to the Ice Kingdom and Queen Glacier. Slicing it, she marveled at the blade of the knife as it cut into the thick cheese. Maybe there should be a type of dragon with blades and claws and spikes. Food definitely helped. Her thoughts returned, but her eyelids drooped. As she was walking back up the stairs, she tripped on a pencil, violently falling to the ground and bumping her head against a sleek, wooden stairstep. Everything went black.