Today's snippet is from Impcatcher, which I am aiming to publish in roughly a month's time. Tal, the eponymous impcatcher, is in a cellar, endeavouring to capture an imp which is throwing bottles of vintage wine at him.
Last week, he tried to blind the little horror with a crystal that flared brightly, but which has now gone out.

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second blow didn’t stop it, either. It twisted in my grip, and
flung out its legs. It must have connected with a pillar – the
sudden impact caught me off balance, and I slammed into the floor on
my ass. The quozac squirmed out of my clutches like a greased rat.
The fire crackling from its skin went out – it wasn't stupid enough
to provide me with sufficient light to see it. My head collided with
something – I had no idea what, except that it was hard. The imp
guffawed – it could obviously see in the midnight black that had
enveloped us again – and was suddenly on top of me, long, strong
fingers clutching at my throat.
I still haven't decided on a cover - my job this weekend is to experiment further!
As always, comments welcome.
Uh oh...sounds like catching this thing won't be at all easy...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not - quozacs are vicious little brutes!
DeleteThis suddenly took a turn for the worse.
ReplyDeleteTal's in trouble, all right!
DeleteThat's one nasty imp! Let's hope our imp catcher has a few of his own tricks up his sleeve.
ReplyDeleteHe's used one of his tricks - the crystal. Fortunately, he's no amateur at this game.
DeleteExciting fight in a wine cellar.
ReplyDeleteNow I have to decide on a section to show you next week.
You do indeed - you can't escape again!
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