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108 pages, Hardcover
First published March 31, 2022
“I considered the little voice. It wasn’t a demon, it was me. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell the difference.”
“You see, for reasons I’m not authorised to disclose, I have a sort of a business relationship with the demon who was in your mind earlier today—”
“You’re defined by the side you’re on, and there are always sides.”
“Now we’ve got that over with,” I said, “tell me. Did you kill the prior or not?”
“That hurt.”
“The slow dripping noise is my heart bleeding. Did you or didn’t you?”
“Something I’ve noticed about people. The smarter they are, the dumber they can sometimes be. There’s something about great wisdom and learning that unlocks a person’s vast latent capacity for doing really stupid things, when the opportunity presents itself.”
I'd chosen the flower market because, in the midterm practicals, failure is acceptable under certain circumstances. One of them is being sent to find a demon but there aren't any demons about. Fair enough; everybody has a blank day sometimes, and as we know, there's only a couple of hundred thousand of the critters in all of Creation. Just now I chose my words with care; faint but distinctive. You have to be quite close to pick up the scent. If, all things considered, you feel it's not in your best interests to pick up a scent, there's no better place in the city than the flower market, which stinks to high heaven of flowers to the point where you can hardly breathe.
- We’re told by the narrator that demons smell terrible. Smell is how even the wimpiest good guys can spot someone inhabited by a demon. The narrator agrees to let a demon help him cheat on his test to become an adept. The demon possesses his accomplished tutor to steal the test questions and then the narrator to supply answers during the test. Yet the tutor and room full of students never sense the demon? Do demons only smell when they want too?My first by Parker. If this is representative of his writing, it will be my last. A 100 page story that could have been accomplished in 50 to better effect. I considered DNF’ing it all the way to the last 20 pages. Only kept with it because I was buddy-reading it with friends,
- The narrator and mystery lady are in an abandoned tannery. Bit of a squabble. She opens a “ravine” under the narrator and he falls in. A ravine? Not just a deep hole? A ravine which implies scale in all directions? And no one in the we’re told small town notices what must have caused an earthquake?
- the whole murdered prior bit was a waste of ink/pixels that added nothing to the story.
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