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To Summon a Demon

Kim Knox

Dedication

To my own little demons, Daniel and Jack.

And to Kell and her magical words…

To Summon a Demon

Inaeus pushed open dust-crusted eyelids, masking a yawn with his hands. Sleep had

eluded him. Again. He pulled back his leather cap and scratched at his cropped hair.

“Damn it,” he muttered, pushing his aching bones upright. He shivered. The fire had died

hours before. “Time to start another day, Filvar.”

His horse gave a disgruntled snort in the darkness.

“You’re a miserable old beast.”

Swift fire-spells ignited the new dry twigs he’d piled into a neat cone. He rubbed his

fingers. The warmth made his skin tingle. Spells for breakfast, dinner and tea. He

concentrated and more spells filled the water bucket. So many incantations in so short a

time. He was wearing away.

The spells, described by Valerion as units of sorcery, rushed through his mind like

little silvered animals. The effort to conjure up the bright, whispering creatures was

always difficult, and dangerous. The Crystal had supported, protected his mind. It still

amazed him that he could shape spells, now that the Demon had the Crystal.

He stared at his reflection caught in the clear water of the bucket. Flames flickered

against his blunt features. He scrubbed at his bristled jaw as pale blue eyes glistened in

the light cast by the small fire. Thirty-nine years old. “I feel about a hundred and seven,”

he murmured at his crusted face. “Just call me Pendagon.” A smile lifted his lips at the

thought of the League’s First Father. Inaeus wiped away the dirt-ingrained lines, bringing

vitality back into his eyes. “No. Nobody’s that old.”

Filvar butted at his shoulder, demanding that the man let him drink. Inaeus sighed

and dipped his mug into the cold water, dissolving the image. “Here.” He planted the

bucket into the ground and moved away as Filvar stuck in his silver-streaked nose. The

animal was sloppy. He could do without a soaking.

Inaeus stood up, staring into the murky grey sky before glancing back at the horse as

it snorted and slurped. Cold water gushed over the brim of the bucket, almost soaking

Inaeus’ bedroll. A warm bath would be very welcome. Drifting for hours while soft hands

massaged the weariness from his bones.

What he wouldn’t give for a woman’s sure touch. He winced and unease pushed

those thoughts down.

“What’s that?”

Filvar lifted his broad head from the bucket, his ears pricked up.

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