Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

“Okay, but how do we figure it out?” “We just figure it out.” I stared at him. “It must be such a relief to be so unburdened by logic.”

A twinge of fondness for him made me momentarily misty eyed. The big lug was actually growing on me. Like fungus, only more annoying.

Talk about reaping what you sow. The caplata who thought up that whopper of a punishment wasn’t kidding around. I mean, he did steal her soul. She had good reason to be mad. Vengeful. Furious. Ancestor or not, I had to admit I was impressed by that level of pettiness.