Year One of the Deal
“Go straight to hell with this book.”
I woke up to the cooing of a pigeon right next to my head.
I opened one eye and found five pigeons surrounding me, all of them making their ridiculous little coo-coo noises. Morning sunlight poured over me, warming my skin pleasantly. My clothes were soaking wet. Puddles of water surrounded the graves around me from the storm that had hit during the night.
Graves?
I sat up so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash, suddenly wide awake and completely disoriented.
What the hell was I doing in a cemetery?
That was when the memories from last night came rushing back.
The grimoire. My failed attempt at a ritual. My even more failed attempt at suicide. A man with horns and claws offering me a dark contract, and then me selling my sou
