“Domingo!” Sarah’s hand brushed his shoulder, reassuring them both; her other hand kept a fierce grip on Matt as their son alternated between staring in awe and hiding from the monsters behind-
His hair really is blue.
Aladdin Cavins’ braid flew in a hot wind like a lost piece of sky, as he stood on fluttering cloth and raised a twisted wooden wand glowing red-gold, energy swirling and feeding toward….
Domingo blinked. Gold ornaments. Ancient kilts of white and crimson. A magma-black sword, and flowing hair of Pele’s own volcanic gold limned in flames.
Somehow, I know this is all Simon’s fault.
Oh, I never thought I’d fight like this again in my life!
Tiburon didn’t have the breath to laugh as he danced with steel through the monsters. But he wanted to. Burning muscles, acid scratches, the cold knowledge that if he failed to anticipate claw or fang he’d be bleeding out on the floor-
And none of it mattered, next to that incandescent joy.
This is who I am. This is what I was meant to do.
I’m fighting alongside the people I love. There’s nothing closer to Heaven on this earth.
Simon was still groggy, but fighting his way back towards awake, back to back with Ja’far in glowing arcs of lightning. Drakon was safe with what had to be Sahar’s reincarnation, their son grabbing onto them both with all the relief a monster-hunted youngster could bear. Malachy had just touched down by Morgan, the pair of them flashing white-fire grins at each other as they wreaked unholy havoc on any magic-twisted beast dumb enough to come at them. Wreathed in flames, Alan looked like he could use a year’s nap, but he was hovering over one of the larger holes, ready to incinerate anything that decided to charge rather than run-
Firelight flickered off pale fingers at the edge of a hole, and Tiburon ducked under the next swing of bearlike arms. “Aladdin! Someone’s down there!”