Michael swallowed. His father, screaming. His mother, her mouth open, eyes glazed, as he panicked and power swirled around her too. "Then you know." "I don't know exactly what you've done, " the dragon corrected. "I know darkness. I can sense it. Jonathon ignores darkness, because he has no fear of it." "Why not?" "That is for him to tell you. Even as it is for you to tell him what you have done." In a gentler tone, the dragon...