Thanks to Bewitching Book Tours for hosting this blog tour. I have Jane Kindred, author of Prince of Tricks here today talking about demons. Welcome!
Most writers have a complicated relationship with their characters. I used to keep mine to myself, thinking it was a little too close to saying I have voices in my head to admit that I have conversations—and arguments—with my characters from time to time. And the more dynamic the character—the more backtalk I get from one—ultimately, the better the writing. I can say with certainty that no character has ever given me more grief than Belphagor, the Prince of Tricks.
But Belphagor pretty much speaks for himself. So without further ado, here are ten quotes from Prince of Tricks that should give you a pretty good picture of what it’s like living with a demon like Belphagor inside your head.
“Not just your hand,” said Vasily gruffly.
He let himself out of the brothel while Sefi and Tabris found another victim—a willing one, no doubt. Belphagor shrugged. To each his own. He drew a breath of relief in the cold—and titless—air. At least the demonesses would have to be bundled up for the journey. He wasn’t sure how much more tit he could take.
Belphagor stood, slipping his arms smoothly into the robe as he slung it around his shoulders. “I never get kissed and tell,” he said and tied the sash.
Lev saw the blin on the floor and went to clean it up while Dmitri stood aside, glaring daggers at Belphagor. “You never kiss me that way,” he said to Dmitri with a smirk when he straightened.
Belphagor was excited to show Vasily Moscow. It wasn’t his usual stomping grounds when he came to the world of Man; he’d spent far more time in Leningrad, and it was where he’d intended to go before Vasily’s illness had necessitated more immediate lodging. But where Leningrad was uncannily familiar in its resemblance to Elysium, Moscow was completely otherworldly.
He had to warn Vasily against physical affection—or even closeness—on the streets. Raqia wasn’t exactly accepting of relations between two men, but such behavior wasn’t considered shocking or immoral, merely looked down upon as somewhat seedy and indulgent, like frequenting prostitutes. In this corner of the world of Man, at least, it was not only illegal, it could get you killed.
Phaleg choked back a sob and melted against Belphagor, his head against his thigh. “I don’t know how you’ve done this to me,” he said mournfully.
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