Napalm’s eyes were forty feet up and Cruz’s eyes were only a little over five feet off the ground. She saw through the hologram, seeing her own illusory volcanic rock skin and orange fire, but as a translucent filter.

But when she moved her hands, the holographic hands moved.

“Hey! You!” Cruz yelled.

Napalm turned and froze in place. He was staring at himself, a perfect mirror image.

“What?” Napalm said in a surprisingly puzzled, unmonsterish voice.

Two identical, nearly fifty-foot-tall, living volcanoes stared at each other down the length of the dock.

Monster, Chapter 24