Udug floats over the broken ice to shore and points at the rock man. “Meet Asag.” Then the crocodile snake. “Edimmu.” Lastly, fish eyes. “Lilu.”

I push my powers into my hand, illuminating my quivering fingers, and carefully backtrack to the shadowed woods. Coming alone was a noble thought when I was up against a solitary demon. Confronting four demons by myself is lunacy.

Udug’s siblings glare at the night sky.

“The moon issss too bright,” Edimmu hisses, flicking her multiforked tongue.

“The celestial powers are failing,” Udug assures her.

Out of spite, Asag heaves a stone the size of my head at the moon, as though to knock it from its velvet curtain. His throw falls short, and he grumbles. I am less than ten paces from the cover of the forest when Edimmu tastes the air with her tongues.

“What’sss thisssss?” she asks.

Lilu sniffs, her neck gills flaring like nostrils. Her fish eyes roam to me. “It smells like . . . like us. Only is rotten.”

“She’s an offspring of Enlil,” Udug explains. “Kur wants her preserved.”

Asag answers, his voice a cavernous rumble. “You were supposed to bleed the light out of her before master arrives.”

Blue flames ignite in Udug’s hands. “We have time.”

Asag picks up a hefty rock along the shore and hurls it at me. I leap out of its way and blast a heatwave at him. It feels good to have my abilities back. My fire strikes his chest and disperses. He sustains a small scorch mark.

I rise from my crouch. Uh-oh.

Edimmu unrolls her long tongues and flicks the air between us like a whip. A powerful gust throws me backward into the trees. I hit a log hard. When I look up, unblinking fish eyes stare down at me. Lilu grabs me with slimy hands. My veins lurch, tangling and knotting painfully.

“I’ll leech the rotten light out of you,” Lilu says, her voice a watery gurgle.

I buck in agony as she coaxes out my blood. Droplets bead from my pores, draining my strength. I suffered this once. Never again.

I scorch my fire at her, through her scaly skin. Lilu shrieks and scuffles away. I lob another heatwave after her, but Asag blocks it with a huge rock.

Udug flies into me, slamming me into the ground. I try to burn the demon with my hands, but my fire does not harm him. “I will cleanse you of your conscience, dear sister.”

He starts to pour his cold-fire powers into me, but mighty gusts rip him off. Lying on my back, I clutch at the pain ebbing from my chest. Two Lestarian Navy vessels hover above, their multiplied ivory sails brimming in the high winds. I urge my mind to comprehend what I am seeing. The sea ship is flying.

Udug and his demon siblings retreat to the lakeshore. The vessels land near the road, and armed sailors shimmy down rope ladders. Several run to meet me. Deven and Ashwin lead the charge, Natesa and Yatin after them. Brac and Gemi take up the rear.

What in the skies . . . ? Captain Loc is a passenger of one of the vessels lowering itself to the ground. His crew of raiders, Opal, and Lestarian sailors navigates the navy ship, suspending it on their winds.

Udug and his demon siblings guard the lake, surveying the array of forces. They will not surrender their post unless we compel them.

“You brought the raiders?” I ask my friends, watching the ships land.

Deven looks me over with a troubled frown. I have stopped bleeding from every pore, but I must look a mess. He, however, is imposing in the strict lines of his navy-blue general’s jacket. “We needed Galers, so His Majesty bought their loyalty.”

“Temporarily,” Ashwin adds.

Admiral Rimba joins us, leading his trident-wielding men. Captain Loc and his raiders, a mishmash of rogue bhutas, also boost our ranks.

“Kalinda, what are those hideous things?” Natesa asks, as though the demons’ unsightliness were the worst side effect of their release.

“They’re Udug’s kin, here to guard the gate—the lake,” I emphasize and then explain what they are, in haste. “We have to vanquish them before the celestial lights go out.”

Deven eyes the failing moon. “Take your positions!” And then to Ashwin: “Your Majesty, stay at my right.”

Ashwin grips his sword too low on the hilt. He has little practice or skill with a khanda. The world has never been drearier, but my loved ones remind me the gods are on our side.

Deven raises his sword. “All forward!”

We have marched halfway to the lakeshore when visibility reduces to graininess and our enemies wane to murky shadows. The ground shakes, an ongoing quake that rattles my knees, and the center of the lake boils.

Udug and his siblings howl gleefully at the darkening sky. The lake simmers faster, sending rippling waves that spill onto the shore. I grip the sleeve of Deven’s wool jacket, fastening us together, as the moon and stars go under, drowned by the evernight.

32

DEVEN

My breath snags on nettles of terror. Every soldier experiences setbacks in battle, but never have I felt more vulnerable. Surrounded by my family, I have more to lose than my life. I could lose the people who make my life worth living.

Udug’s and his siblings’ jubilant screeches abruptly stop. Splashing fills the darkness, and then deep, resonant thuds vibrate up from the ground.

Something has risen out of the water. And it is big.

“Gods, Deven.” Kali strangles my forearm, but I am grateful for our connection. More whispers of shock and horror resound around us in the impenetrable dark.

“What . . . what’s out there?” Natesa whispers.

Booms approach our front line. The trembling ground knocks Kali and me back a step.

“I don’t think you want to know,” replies Opal. Her amplified hearing can detect what is coming our way through the obsidian night.

Brac tosses a heatwave at the forest across the way. His fire ignites the stubby alpine evergreens and strips back the darkness.

The biggest dragon mankind has ever beheld towers over us. Taller than what was once the north tower of the temple, the dragon’s blue-black serpentine body glistens and drips icy water. His front feet and talons curl into the wet lakeshore. He drags his thick shape out of the water and roars, a gut-shaking bellow. Kali covers her ears, and I shrink down in my general’s jacket. The dragon twists his neck, turning his long snout with pointed, wiry whiskers away from the firelight.

Kali lowers her hands and whispers, “I saw this war once in a mural in Ki’s ancient underground temple. Kur was battling an army of men in the mountaintops.”

“How did it look for us?” I ask.

“He burned the army to ashy silhouettes with his fiery breath.”

Brac’s fire gradually extinguishes. The snowy trees are poor kindling, so Opal feeds the flames with her winds. Fire brightens the area once more.

Kur hisses and narrows his gold eyes at the blaze. “I do not like the light.” His guttural voice rumbles through me. I lock down my courage before it wriggles away.

“Kur!” Kali shouts. The dragon turns his head toward our troops. “Return to the Void and take your underlings with you!”

“Do you know what happened to the last mortal who threatened the First-Ever Dragon?” His talons claw ditches into the wet dirt. “I disemboweled him, splattered his entrails all over his friends, and picked my teeth with his spine.” The god of the demons leans down so we can see our reflections in his gold eye. “I existed before these mountains were a pile of pebbles, before mankind was a grouping of stars Anu pilfered from the heavens for his gain. I am born of Tiamat, the saltwater-goddess, filled with fiery venom to avenge her and destroy all who worship her traitorous son Anu.”

“Anu left this world to mankind and bhutas,” Ashwin calls out.

Kur blinks at him. “You reek of fear, boy.”

Ashwin raises his sword. Of all the times he could exhibit courage, this is not it. I edge in front of him, garnering Kur’s notice.

He sniffs the air and his throaty voice hardens. “You . . . you smell of sacrifice. Your saccharine scent curdles my stomach.” Kur sniffs again, and his glowing eye focuses on Kali. “You are mine. And another,” he says of Brac. “Why do you stand with weaklings, children of the evernight?”

“My fate is my own,” Kali says, boosting her chin.

Brac points to Udug and the other demons. “And who wants to look like them?”

The demon Kur hisses a breath that smells of decaying bodies. “I could drag you into the Void and teach you the way of the shadows.” Kali hoists her dagger to him, gripping it crosswise in front of her, and Brac readies his axes. “No? Then you are finished.”

Kur lifts his massive head, stretching until his whole height looms over us. Smoke billows from his nostrils.

“General,” Admiral Rimba says, “your order?”

“Hold to the plan. Keep your ranks tight and push them back toward the gate.”

“Delightful.” Brac widens his stance and grips his axes.

Kur crooks one of his talons, and his underlings charge. The demons run at us, but Kur crouches like a snow leopard, opens his jaw wide, and blows a ribbon of fire at our ranks. I dive away from the heat, and Kali goes the opposite direction. She lands with Brac on the other side of the inferno. Ashwin lies beside me, his shirt on fire. He bats at it helplessly. I strip off my jacket and use it to beat out the flames.

Ashwin droops in relief. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

I haul him up. Across the way, Kali dashes into the fray, headed for Kur. I try to keep sight of her, but she disappears behind a line of Aquifiers, who draw water from the lake and shoot it at Lilu. The fishlike demon duels back, spraying her own streams of frigid water at them. Yatin and Natesa intercept Edimmu, the reptilian one, and Princess Gemi and Captain Loc go after the lumbering rock demon, Asag.

Suddenly I see Opal, opposing Udug on her own. Her brother’s killer has trapped her against a high embankment over the ice-riddled lake.

I run to help her, dragging Ashwin after me, and push him behind a boulder. “Stay here!”