This is my entry for Weekend Writing Warriors.
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My snippet this week is again from Impcatcher, and carries on from where we were last week. Tal Djandiss, the eponymous impcatcher of the title, is in a pitch black cellar, attempting to catch a rogue imp...
Lady Varra had said the imp was only a recent arrival, a weak little tyke without the experience to be troublesome.
A sudden rattle of movement warned me that said weak little tyke was endeavouring to be thoroughly troublesome. There was a swishing sound in the still air as another choice vintage spun towards where my head currently was. I ducked, tripping against one of the wooden wine frames and jamming the neck of a bottle into my ear painfully. I swore, the epithet drowned by the latest bottle smashing on the arching stonework behind me. My net was draped over a crate of wine somewhere in the gloom. I suspected my catching a Vildani red from 2744AA wouldn’t qualify me for my fee. Come to think of it, if this little bastard’s aim improved, my only reward would be an early arrival in the hereafter.
I love my job. Honest.
Impcatcher is a fantasy novel set in the town of Freebridge. When mages make mistakes, imps and elementals escape and make trouble. The Impcatcher of the title, Tal Djandiss, has the job of dealing with the little horrors. The novel opens with him facing just one such imp...
To find out how he does, and to learn the more worrying plot he becomes entangled with, get the book on Amazon here, or in other epub forms on Lulu, here.
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