Haldur loved the night. The night was theirs, and they swarmed like insects as the humans strained their eyes and cast spell after spell for light. Some of the unlucky haldur screamed and covered their eyes, but the lights also let them know which humans to kill first.
Tarquin watched as a firu jumped into the air to avoid a haldur snatching at his wings. He stabbed the one who’d reached for him, but he didn’t see the other before it grabbed his ankle and yanked him down. He was set upon like meat tossed to dogs before Tarquin could think of how to save him.
He saw a bear-vyr in full animal form rear up to gouge a haldur’s arm. The haldur bellowed and swung at her, but the vyr swatted it away.
A barrel of burning pitch sailed high overhead from one of the city’s catapults, crashing into
