I felt the tell-tale tickle of an attempted invocation just as I was sitting down to a nice plate of scrambled souls. "Oh, you better mess this up", I muttered to no-one in particular.
"You don't look like a demon", I said. Because she didn't. She looked vaguely familiar. Like a girlfriend of an acquaintance, or one of my wife's social media circle. I had a vague feeling I was being...
Scrawny fingers slightly tapped the rugged bench, the nonrhythmic tip-tap of man sold to frustration and restless thoughts. Head covered in dusty woolly strands and a tattered toupee danced from side ...