They were dragons, though they made the one Olivia had killed in Dragon’s Folly look like a child. They were as long as strike-craft, sleek and scaly and spraying fire down on the island indiscriminately. “It’s a good thing nobody lives on the surface.” Olivia retreated from the window. “Kill the lights!” she instructed. “We’re going to get very quiet, and hopefully they won’t notice us. And someone give me your necklace.”