Robinson heard the crack as the lock failed. He dropped his broom and looked towards the main door - eyes wide in panic; he was too late. The outer cargo doors snapped open, the rush of air swept Robinson out into vacuum. Instantly, the blast doors slammed shut to prevent the ship decompressing. He was caught by the lower legs. The pain coursing up his body was like liquid fire engulfing him. He had a brief moment to see the stars burning brightly against the blackness of space before his eyes froze over and boiled off; then the blood in his body also boiled and shut down his brain functions in one overwhelming burst of agony that took the rest of his life to dissipate.

The Adepts - Book Three: ‘Pitch Perfect’