Friday, February 29, 2008


Harold put down the phone, his face ashen. “That was Sam, over at Twilight,” he said. “They’ve got John.”

“John?” Jasfoup frowned. “John who? It’s a common enough name.”

“John the imp,” said Harold. “He said that if we want him back we need to leave a pint each of demon, were and vampire blood for their research, otherwise they’ll drain him and examine his brain from the inside.”

Jasfoup nodded and poured himself another cup of tea. It was a drink designed to relax with and it helped him think. “This is what we’ll do,” he said eventually. “We’ll go down to the third circle and get another imp. It should take long to train it up.”

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