He didn’t reach the island. The boat could barely outrun the monster, and he was a lone swimmer. Before he’d gone a short distance, the thing snatched him in one of its many
arms. Him, the size of a worm to it.

He should have died, but with the glowing power within him, Cakoban resisted—struggling weakly in the monster’s fingers—and his defiance seemed to hurt it somehow. The beast tossed him to the island.

There he broke, bones snapping.

Isles of the Emberdark Chapter 52