Between Floors (The City Between, #3)

by W.R. Gingell

“We’re Between. Everything here wants to kill or maim humans. It’s like a cultural thing.”

I don’t suppose you were a berserker in a previous life, were you?”

“What’s in this place, then?” he muttered. “Killer statues?” “Probably,” I said cheerfully.

Oversized mosquito.

“You’re too flamin’ pretty,” I said. My voice sounded choked. “Don’t know why someone doesn’t punch you in the face.”

“You got a spell for itchy legs?”

“No doubt he’ll pick himself up,” said Athelas amusedly. “Unlike my poor biscuits, which are incapable of picking themselves up.”