“The other Divyas fanned out behind Indradeva. Tanvi tried to process them—Yamadeva, dark and stern, his presence accompanied by a cold that settled in the bone; Prithvika, whom she already knew, standing slightly apart with an expression that might have been sympathy; Agnisha, the Fire Goddess, whose hair literally moved like flames; Kuberon, corpulent and gleaming with gold; Varundev, who smelled like the deep ocean; and the others, each a concentrated dose of elemental power packed into a vaguely humanoid form.”