Ten! And we have a few teaser pages!

 Tucking my hair back, I squinted at the parchment, trying to form the strange angular letters as smoothly as I could.  The ink glistened wetly, but it wasn't red ink, it was blood—my blood—which might account for the slight tremble in my hand as I copied the awkward-looking name scripted in characters that weren't English.  Beside me was a pile of rejects.  If I didn't get it perfect this time, I'd be bleeding yet again.  God help me.  I was doing a black curse.  In a demon's kitchen.  On...