“Demons hate each other. And they’ve all come unbound now! All the demons are loose!” “Yes,” breathed Brenner in his ear. “They are.” The assassin was standing much too close, close as a lover. Caliban jerked back, startled. “Brenner? What…” Brenner smiled, and something else smiled out at Caliban through his eyes, something ancient and terrible and…familiar. The rune-demon’s voice was changed by passing through Brenner’s throat, but Caliban would have known it anyway. “Remember me, shining one?”
Oh that’s just not right. I like Brenner.
