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"You think I need anyone else?" Swain's voice raged. "I, who singlehandedly stole the greatest weapon ever created? I, who hold the destiny of the entire Earth - the entire universe - in my hand? Tell me, why should I share power?" He pressed a button. Elena screamed as the grappling arm released the cage in which she and the angels were confined. They plummeted to a conveyor belt below and landed with a heavy thud. Then, as I watched in horror, Swain pulled a lever, and the belt began to move toward the flame.

"I see you, One of Two Names." I froze, the blood turned to ice in my veins. "I know who you are," the voice came again. It was soft, conversational. "I've been watching you roam the building since you arrived." A wave of heat rushed up from my knees and sent my blood roaring through my body. I could hear it galloping through my ears. Was whoever - or whatever - waited outside the door a friend or foe?

"Ranofur! We're going to need that ride you arranged. Now!" "Too late," Elena shouted. "Look!" Striding from the empty storefront and stopping traffic was the most hideous beast I'd ever seen. Twelve feet tall, obese, and wearing a white undershirt several sizes too small, the creature looked fresh from some mountain-troll trailer park. Hair sprouted from the neck of its shirt and hung in limp tangles from an oversized head. Fleshy rolls jiggled at every ground-shaking step, and in its hand it dragged a spiked club.

I had driven a car exactly once in my life. I'd been six years old and sitting on my dad's lap. But when that oversized vulture rocketed out of the heavens on a missile path toward our windshield, I didn't hesitate. Cramming the car into gear, I shot out onto the concourse.