Smart kid. Gabriel gives an approving nod. "You got me, kiddo." He holds up a claw before he panics, runs or does anything else particularly boneheaded. "Yes. Gabriel. I was one of the Four. I'm impressed Sam, not many people would have been able to do the math like that."

"You need a dragon. And maybe it's time I take on a rider, but I have one condition. Nobody knows I'm one of the Four. That'll draw ten kinds of hell on both our heads."