My favorite moment of the last few thousand words occurs as Brenner and Caliban are being held captive by a demon-deer:
"Well, so, you’re a demonslayer, then,” said Brenner eagerly. “What do we do now?”
Caliban sighed heavily. “We die.”
“What? You’re the bloody Knight-Champion!”
“I’m the former bloody Knight-Champion, and I don’t have a sword to kill her, or salt and holy water to exorcise her, and my purity of heart with which to exhort her has been pretty shaky lately, as somebody keeps reminding me!”
Sweet mother of bunnies, I may actually pull off 50K by the end of the week...
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