Tuesday, October 17, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 19
"Until you dispatched him," Devorah reminded her.
"Back to hell, whence he came," Haggis allowed.
"You should talk, Haggis One L'Mar."
"Oh, fie," Haggis said, a low chortle rumbling from her throat. "I am not afraid of hell. Nothing is forever, Devorah -- not hell, not life among the living, and most assuredly not the weasely Dedman. In any event, my eggs will hatch soon and I vow that the first hatchling shall be yours. Have we a deal?"
"And what, prithee, will these offspring of yours be?" Devorah inquired. "Human, snake, demon, or some unspeakable mutation?"
"Well," Haggis teased, "keeps you guessing, does it not? The truth is, I have no idea what I have wrought. We shall have to await the blessed event to find out."