Snippet from The Trouble with Demons -- Raine & Sarad Nukpana

"Carnades could be taking you to prison," purred a cultured and silky voice I knew only too well.

Sarad Nukpana was reclining on my bed in the exact spot where I had been.

"And it's still warm," he murmured, running a long-fingered hand over the sheets. His voice dropped, low and intimate. "Eamaliel isn't the only one who knows exactly what you're thinking."

Sarad Nukpana had been the chief counselor to the goblin king Sathrik Mal'Salin, and grand shaman of the Khrynsani, an ancient goblin secret society and military order. At least Sarad Nukpana had held those titles before a little quick thinking by yours truly had gotten him sucked into the Saghred. Nukpana and his boss wanted to get their hands on the rock and bring back the good old days of conquering kingdoms and enslaving thousands. Sarad Nukpana didn't want me dead, just tormented for eternity.

Here he was on my bed, in my dream. It wasn't exactly torment, but it was close enough.

I just looked at him. "So, what am I thinking now?"

Nukpana smiled slowly, fangs peeking into view. "Such violence, little seeker. I don't think what you propose is physically possible."

I showed him a few of my own teeth. "I won't know until I try."

His black eyes glittered. "As always, I welcome your efforts."