Spring 1945 – The Modern Guide to Negotiating with Hellspawn


First Mhasalkar bowed. He then extend his right hand in the Western fashion and we shook. He said, “It is a great please to meet the famous Rose Taylor. I have heard many tales of your exploits.”

I forced a smile. “Some of the tales might even be true. Forgive my rudeness, Brother Mhasalkar, but I need a few hours sleep and then some breakfast.”

I pointed to the bag that contained the darhoot’s hands. I said, “I recommend putting those in a locked box. They have not moved since the sun rose but I doubt that they will remain still for much longer.”