“She’s bleeding!” Darna said.
“Thank goodness for the rain, then,” Sunna said.
They looked up just in time to see Anara plunge back into the tower, a volcano in reverse. The dragon ripped down through the rain cloud. Blue sky shone through the gap, which closed as she burned down through the pouring rain and into her tower.
The world hung suspended in Anara’s wake. Even the raindrops seemed to pause in midair. The wind stilled. Then a raindrop fell on Darna’s head, stirring her back to life. Everything around her still seemed cold and still, the tower a frozen, dead thing in the warm wet summer rain. Eppie and the Enatel were still in there. She started back for the tower, but Iola’s weight slowed her. She leaned forward to listen and thought she heard a voice over the thunder and the p
