Friday, February 08, 2013


Sybil’s was a house of oratory, a church of sorts. There, the cantankerous were gentled, the insecure bolstered, sinners shriven. Nate’s scream struck everyone silent.

Shaken, I reached for my wallet.

Sybil’s cool hand covered mine. “I’d rather barter.”

I stood. “Dungeon?”

“Enjoyable as I find that, my need lies elsewhere. I’ve two new employees with unusual appetites. Take one, Nate’s debt is paid. Take both, I’ll reward you accordingly.”

“What are they?”

“Succubus and Fury.”


She laughed. “That’ll do for one. The other’s feeding is more… creative.”

Legs already wobbly, I agreed to pay the price for Nate’s salvation.


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