Title：Esther M. Friesner - Demon 01 - Here Be Demons.mobi
- Title：Esther M. Friesner - Demon 01
- Author：Here Be Demons
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- Date：2011-12-20T13:14:26+00:00
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PART I
1
In the Footsteps of the Caesars
“It’s your move,” said Atamar. He tossed the dice to Gerial, who snaked out his tail into a pretty double-loop and caught them easily.
“Show off,” mumbled Lura. She was making drawings in the sand with the blood of a lizard. She was mediocre as an artist, and like her mortal equivalents made up for lack of talent by rationalization. Right now she mentally blamed Gerial’s trick with the dice and his tail for distracting her from her drawing. No wonder her scene of depravity was no more erotic than a visit to Grandma’s house.
She was about to cover her effort with a fresh layer of sand and start over, when a slender shadow fell over her and a voice made loathsome by centuries of companionship said, “That stinks.”
“Who gave you a degree in art appreciation?” demanded Lura, shooting a look of sulphurous hatred up at the golden-haired succubus hovering above her on leathery wings.
“I don’t need a degree to know what stinks, and that stinks,” maintained Melisan, coming in for a landing. “What a waste of good blood! I haven’t had a decent drink in years, and here you lie wasting it on trash that couldn’t seduce a Boy Scout.”
“Oh, come now, Melisan,” Horgist murmured sleepily, opening one saucer-shaped eye. It was the only one he had. “It’s only lizard’s blood.”
“What did you think I was expecting? Half a pint of Château Rommel?” snapped Melisan. “We are down to lizard’s blood, for Dis’ sake! And we’re lucky to get that. I’m not about to have this slut wasting it on scribblings.”
“I caught that lizard myself, so I am free to do whatever I want with it,” sniffed Lura, placing a protective hand over the vial of chipped Phoenician glass that held her treasure. “If you’re so thirsty, catch your own.”
“We’re supposed to share what we catch!” shouted Melisan.
“Yes, that’s what you always say when it’s a matter of divvying up someone else’s prey, but who did I see crouched behind old Quintus’ cell with a four-inch tail sticking out of her
PART I PART II PART III
