A taste of The Trouble With Demons
Derek and I are leaving this morning to drive to my dad's to have Christmas with my side of the family. There will be a Saturday Fun Pic as usual tomorrow, I just won't be online until tonight. Hotels with wireless Internet -- it's a beautiful thing.
As promised, the following is the first page of Chapter 12 of The Trouble With Demons. Enjoy!
Demonologists could make a lot of money in the private sector. Law enforcement agencies were the natural choice for post-graduate work, but it didn't pay worth a damn. City governments expected their citizens to be protected but only paid a pittance for the privilege. The more money-minded demonologists worked for themselves -- if you had demon problems and enough gold, a freelance demonologist would gladly take both of them off of your hands.
So while Mid was on its way to becoming hell on earth -- a freelancer would have called it paradise.
We didn't have freelancers, or time to call any in. We had students and faculty. Hopefully the old adage "those who can't do, teach" didn't apply to the demonology department faculty. If so, we were all seriously screwed.
Stark Hall, which housed the Conclave college's demonology department wasn't chaos, but it was close.
The students were either grim-faced and determined, or wide-eyed and excited. The former were probably graduate students or upperclassmen who knew what was happening; the later were merely young and clueless. Those grad students knew that the next few hours or days could potentially turn into the ultimate final exam. The young ones would be told to hide.
The sight of Mychael, Tam and I in the corridor didn't help the situation. If anything, grim turned grimmer, and some of the wide-eyed ones added open mouths to their expressions. Vegard and Phaelan were right behind me. And one look at that pair -- berserker and pirate -- compelled several students to decide they needed to be somewhere else.
I imagine most of the kids knew who Mychael was; some of them probably knew what Tam was; and from the looks I was getting, all of them had heard what I'd done. With Mychael in full battle armor and Tam in full battle leather, I felt underdressed for the occasion -- but I was armed for ogre to make up for it. Tam had graciously supplemented my arsenal before we left Sirens. Curved goblin blades were just as vicious as they looked. I loved goblin blades.
The crowded corridor suddenly got a lot less crowded.
As promised, the following is the first page of Chapter 12 of The Trouble With Demons. Enjoy!
Demonologists could make a lot of money in the private sector. Law enforcement agencies were the natural choice for post-graduate work, but it didn't pay worth a damn. City governments expected their citizens to be protected but only paid a pittance for the privilege. The more money-minded demonologists worked for themselves -- if you had demon problems and enough gold, a freelance demonologist would gladly take both of them off of your hands.
So while Mid was on its way to becoming hell on earth -- a freelancer would have called it paradise.
We didn't have freelancers, or time to call any in. We had students and faculty. Hopefully the old adage "those who can't do, teach" didn't apply to the demonology department faculty. If so, we were all seriously screwed.
Stark Hall, which housed the Conclave college's demonology department wasn't chaos, but it was close.
The students were either grim-faced and determined, or wide-eyed and excited. The former were probably graduate students or upperclassmen who knew what was happening; the later were merely young and clueless. Those grad students knew that the next few hours or days could potentially turn into the ultimate final exam. The young ones would be told to hide.
The sight of Mychael, Tam and I in the corridor didn't help the situation. If anything, grim turned grimmer, and some of the wide-eyed ones added open mouths to their expressions. Vegard and Phaelan were right behind me. And one look at that pair -- berserker and pirate -- compelled several students to decide they needed to be somewhere else.
I imagine most of the kids knew who Mychael was; some of them probably knew what Tam was; and from the looks I was getting, all of them had heard what I'd done. With Mychael in full battle armor and Tam in full battle leather, I felt underdressed for the occasion -- but I was armed for ogre to make up for it. Tam had graciously supplemented my arsenal before we left Sirens. Curved goblin blades were just as vicious as they looked. I loved goblin blades.
The crowded corridor suddenly got a lot less crowded.
posted by Lisa Shearin at
8:28 AM
9 Comments:
Hmmmm...let me think. That was amazing!!:) Only now I am even MORE impatient to read A&M and TTWD!! Pure 100% torture and agony-4 more months to go!
I thought you guys would like it. ; )
Well. of course we would! :P
That was wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it! I really enjoy your writing style and I can't wait to read the whole thing!
I think I'll post occasional snippets from TTWD. (That is, if it's something that would be fun and yet not be a spoiler.)
Thank you, Michelle!
Fabulous, Lisa.
Mychael, and Tam, and Raine, oh my!
I'm with Kate. Pure agony here wanting April to get here sooner.
You guys are gonna LOVE the Raine/Mychael/Tam stuff in Armed & Magical. April 29th can't get here fast enough. I can't wait for you all to get to read it.
TRUST us, neither can we!!!! :D
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