Book Description

As the moments pass, Aolene begins second-guessing his incantations. Has he done something wrong? He has his doubts, right up until the moment he sees it, the bright fire that shoots out from the perimeter of the bloodstained circle, causing the wizard to turn away, hoping its great intensity will not blind him. As the flames begin to dissolve, the demon comes into focus, and the entire room brightens up in a fluorescent orange glow. This beast's eyes are generating all this light; they are like that of fire. From its mouth, foams a thick black smoke. It is the size and shape of a man, except that its skin is covered in scales, and its body is encased in something resembling dried mud. The demon's hands are webbed and long claws stretch out inches from the tips of its fingers. There are grey bat-shaped wings sprouting from its back, easily crossing the sphere-shaped markings on the floor beneath it ... the demon appears to have no teeth, but this is only until it smiles, focusing in on its captor. Aolene takes in the fear, noticing its pointed fangs. They are the only thing in this room that sparkle.