Compilation Of Short Stories
“Chronological by acquisition? It’s barbaric.”
Grimvar, the library’s master and a demon of considerable antiquity, looked up from a ledger bound in what was unmistakably pale, stretched skin. His form was massive, built of shadow and corded muscle, with horns that swept back from his brow like a crown of obsidian. His eyes, the colour of smouldering embers, held no annoyance, only a deep, amused curiosity.
“It has a certain chaotic charm,” he rumbled, the sound vibrating through the floor. “And it has kept lesser beings from finding what they should not. Until now. The Council felt my charm was becoming a security risk.”