The
demon trapped in the summoning circle screamed, slamming its crablike pincers
against the unseen barrier, hurling its chitinous shoulders from side to side
in an effort to escape the confinement.
It couldn’t. I kept my will on
the circle, kept the demon from bursting free.
“Satisfied, Chauncey?” I asked it.
The demon straightened its hideous form and said, in a perfect Oxford
accent, “Quite. You understand I must
observe the formalities.” Then it took a
pair of wholly incongruous wire-frame spectacles from beneath a scale and
perched them upon the beaklike extremity of its nose. “You have questions?”
(from Fool Moon by Jim Butcher)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
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