I peeked around the corner of a very flammable white wall in a suburban house. It wasn’t helping that my monster hunter get-up involved a sweltering bite-resistant thick scarf and a padded leather jacket. We’d been in plenty of fights before, but never with this much fire.
He sounded inappropriately calm given the situation. “Get behind it,” Treth, the incorporeal and otherworldly knight living in my head, ordered. I just hoped this particular job wouldn’t burn me to cinders.
But even with such diversification, this salamander was still completely outside of my expertise. Exorcising ghosts, hunting vampires and tracking down filing cabinets with teeth. Killing monsters was my profession and humans are often the biggest monsters.Įven with my specialty, I’d been very much out of my comfort zone recently. Had almost been arrested for that – but was let off. Had put down more zombies than I could count and even a human necromancer who had insisted on bringing the dead back to life. I specialise in exterminating the rotting and reanimated and those who brought them back. Still, that last streak of fire, shot out like llama spit, was a bit too close for comfort. Lucky for me, I was just being paid to kill it. Well, give someone enough money and they’ll cuddle with a salamander. Simple lesson, but simple lessons are often the most important.
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