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My snippet this week is again from Impcatcher. Tal Djandiss, the eponymous impcatcher of the title, is still in a dark cellar. Flame have erupted from the skin of the rogue imp he is struggling with.
Don't ever believe any fool who tells you imps are cute little critters. Virtually all are vicious, sadistic and psychopathic, and they get a great deal of pleasure out of hurting us humans. If they can kill one of us, so much the better. This one had every intent of achieving that aim. I've read assertions that an imp has to claim a mortal life to rise to a higher status, or to become a fully-fledged demon. I've no idea if it's true, but I didn't intend to let this wretch use my mortal essence to get higher up some infernal greasy pole.
Flames blossomed under me, licking around my leather jacket. The brightness scorched at my eyes after the previous gloom, spreading shadows cavorting like mad dancers all around the cellar.
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