" Janner rubbed his eyes and shook his head, still not sure whether or not he was dreaming. “What just happened?” he asked. “I don’t know,” Tink said, “but they’re taking Nugget to a cave.” “How do you know that?” Leeli asked in a quiet voice. “I’m not sure. They showed me. I saw them carry his body deep into the sea and into a cave, where they laid Nugget on a pile of rocks. The cave was full of bones, and the bones were covered with some kind of markings. Writing, maybe.” “I asked them to take care of Nugget,” Leeli said, “with my song. I told them who he was, what he did for us.” “I can’t remember what they looked like anymore,” Janner said. Tink stared out at the horizon. “I can still see them. Their fins—did you see the fins? They were huge. Eight sea dragons. Three silver, two reddish gold, an orange, and a blue. Then that last one—the old gray one.” He paused. “And I saw other things, Janner. Awful things.” He shuddered. “What? What did you see? Was it Gnag the Nameless?” Janner asked. “Gnag? No…I don’t know.” Tink shook his head and closed his eyes. A short distance away, Nia cried out. “Where’s your grandfather? Papa!” Podo emerged from the trees. The old man was winded, his limp more pronounced than usual as he made his way toward them. His eyes were downcast. “Boys, set up the tent. It’ll soon be too dark to see.” “Grandpa, something weird just happened,” Janner said. “The dragons— "

― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)