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is full of giant creatures oozing stinky cheese. What the heck is going on?”
    â€œThis Vargran stuff is cool,” Stefan said. “I could buy a Snickers, right? And Jarrah, you could do your magico mumbo jabumbo and make it, like, huge.”
    â€œAnd then we’d be smothered in creamy nougat,” Mack pointed out.
    â€œNah. Just eat your way out,” Stefan said. He made a face like he thought maybe Mack was being an idiot.
    â€œI don’t know what we’re supposed to do,” Mack said. He got up and went to stand between Stefan and Jarrah at the window. They were on the twenty-first floor, high up. It was dusk; lights were just coming on all over the city.
    â€œWe have thirty-five days,” Mack said. “We have to find ten more kids. The exactly right ten more kids. We can’t just go to the nearest middle school. Then we have to, like . . . Well, I don’t exactly know. Grimluk said we had to find these ancient, unknown forces. And mostly, we had to learn Vargran.”
    â€œWell, my mum is working on deciphering more of that,” Jarrah said. “Why did Grimluk send us here to China?”
    â€œAll Grimluk told me was, go to the nine dragons of Daidu. If I hadn’t Googled it, I wouldn’t even have known Daidu was the ancient name for Beijing. There was only one hotel named the Nine Dragons Hotel. So. Here we are.”
    â€œWe’re here to find the next one of our group, right?” Jarrah said. “So, it’s what, like a billion people in China? No worries, we just start asking around.”
    â€œLet’s go out and get some food,” Stefan said.
    â€œWe only have thirty-five days!” Mack cried.
    â€œWe still have to eat,” Jarrah said. “And we’re here, right? Let’s go out, see what’s what. Maybe the third member of the Magnificent Twelve is at the local McDonald’s.”
    â€œIt’s getting dark,” Mack said, but it was a weak objection because Stefan and Jarrah were already on their way.
    The hotel was situated on a broad avenue. Traffic wasn’t heavy but it was dangerous. There were more bikes than buses, more buses than taxis, more taxis than private cars. But none of them seemed overly concerned with traffic lights.
    The Magnificent Two plus Stefan had a map, given to them at the hotel. Marked on it was the night market, the Donghuamen.
    Seriously. That’s the actual name.
    The woman at the hotel had told them it was the place to go for food. They could see the bright glow of it from blocks away.
    â€œIt’s right next to the Forbidden City,” Mack said, turning the map in his hands.
    â€œForbidden,” Stefan said with a smirk. “Yeah, well, it’s not forbidden to me.”
    Jarrah laughed. “Got that right, mate.”
    (Author’s note: I forgot to mention that Mack had changed out of his bathrobe. So if you were picturing him still in a robe, no: regular clothes.)
    Mack read the brief description on the map. “The Forbidden City is open to anyone nowadays. It’s this gigantic palace complex. Bunch of palaces and museums and stuff, with nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine rooms. Back in the old days no man could enter. Instant death. Unless you were a eunuch.”
    â€œWhat’s a eunuch?” Stefan asked.
    Mack told him, and as a result Stefan headed into the Donghuamen Night Market walking a little strangely.
    The market was about four dozen blazingly bright stalls topped by cheery red-striped awnings. The attendants all wore red caps and red aprons and screeched insistently at the passing crowd. It was very clean and well-organized, and smelled of fresh fish.
    The food choices were rather unusual. First, most of the food was on sticks. Like shish kebab. Or corn dogs. Except that these were no corn dogs.
    There were fried silkworm cocoons on a stick.
    Fried grasshoppers on a stick.
    Fried beetles on a stick.
    Seriously,