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Raz laughs. “Don’t worry. Gifts vary. Magic shows itself uniquely in each person. I can create sandcastles. Perhaps you can change shape or make rain.”
“Really?”
“It’s possible.”
I close my eyes and think about what sort of an animal I’d like to turn into.
Later. No luck with the shape changing or making rain. If I have a magical gift it must be very unique!
Beranabus is hard at work on the window, which seems to be nearing completion. I’m lying next to Nadia, Sharmila and Raz close by. She’s been telling us about her life with Beranabus, the ways of demons, how to fight them.
“Where are they all?” I ask during a lull. “This is the second world I’ve been to, and apart from the trees, I haven’t see any demons.”
“In a hurry to spot some?” Sharmila chuckles.
“No. I was just wondering. Where do they live?”
“They could be anywhere,” Nadia says. “Beneath the sand. All around us and invisible. On the other side of the world. There might be thousands here, or only one. It varies. Some demons create a world just for themselves. Others —”
“Demons can create worlds?” Raz interrupts.
“The stronger ones can. Most just rampage through existing realms, but demon masters have the power to make new worlds, and even self-contained universes.”
“Do they make the stars as well?” I ask.
Nadia smiles grimly. “Those aren’t stars.”
We stare at her, then up at the sky. It’s peppered with glowing dots. They’re not like the stars in our universe — they’re bigger, brighter, closer, and many move across the heavens like meteors. But they can’t be anything other than...
“They’re demons,” Nadia says.
“They can’t be!” Sharmila protests.
“Nevertheless, they are.”
“But . . .” She gazes up at the sky, horrified. “To be able to see them from here... they must be enormous.”
“Yes.”
“Are they demon masters?” Raz asks.
“A few, perhaps, but most are just incredibly large demons who sail the skies, looking for others to torture and destroy. They don’t usually bother with the likes of us — we’re too tiny — but occasionally one might decide to squash us like ants.” She chuckles humorlessly. “When that happens, you get out as quick as you can. There’s nothing else you can do against a star-size demon.”
I gape at Nadia, then at the sky, filled with monstrous shapes. Suddenly this place feels a lot more dangerous than it did a few minutes ago.
The next world is a giant, needle-shaped chunk of rock. The top is flat and lumpy, sixty or seventy feet in diameter. A hot wind howls around it, biting at us, threatening to rip us loose and cast us over the edge.
Beranabus curses and crouches. We copy him. “I’ve been here before,” he says, speaking as quietly as he can, yet loud enough to be heard over the howling wind. “It wasn’t somewhere I ever wanted to return to.”
The anxiety in his tone affects us all, even Nadia, who starts murmuring the words of a spell — I think it’s meant to protect us, or at least her.
“I’ll keep the window to the other world open as long as possible,” Beranabus says. “That way, if we come under attack, we can.. .” He stops. The yellow window of light has blinked out of existence. Beranabus growls and a look of disgust crosses his face.
“What’s happening, master?” Raz asks nervously.
“We’ve been ensnared,” Beranabus says, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt. “Cadaver’s led us into a trap.”
“Is he here?” Sharmila asks, looking around nervously.
