Impology

By Crissy Moss

Contracts are dangerous.

When a clatter in the back yard wakes Elron and his tiny puppy they think it's just a raccoon. When a beady eyed demon looks up from the rubbish they both have a change of heart.

Now the imp is offering a tempting deal. What if he takes it?

Would a demon lie to you?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crissy Moss
• Release date: Mar 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201413934

Crissy Moss

Crissy Moss is an author of multiple short stories and three fantasy novels, you can find more about her at CrissyMoss.com. Crissy Moss grew up in the rural California foot hills entertaining herself by playing with the dogs, cats, chickens, ducks and geese that lived on the family farmstead. Since then she’s lived in four states, and traveled to most of the lower 48 meeting people from every background. Today she makes her home in Washington near the bustling city of Seattle. She loves the rain, warm fires, and sipping coco. She also loves to dive into fantasy books filled with magic and mayhem.  She started writing when she was seven years old, publishing her first essay in 1995. It was an interesting time as websites started offering more content. First newspapers, then magazines, and finally books became easier to get online. And in the midst of it all writers had to adapt, too. Her writing is eclectic, ranging from fantasy and sci-fi to a bit of horror and paranormal. But she always endeavors to spin an interesting yarn.  She has also been a co-host on podcasts like Self Publishing Round Table, Story Telling Podcast, and the Bradbury Challenge.  She currently has several short story collections and books available on Amazon and dabbles in art. Follow her on twitter at @crissymoss or on Twitch where you might catch her writing. 

Book preview

~ Impology ~

I heard the clatter of metal outside, and Gracy began barking at the back door ferociously. Something was in the trash again. It was the fifth time that month and I was sick of it. Apparently so was Gracy.

I jumped to my feet, grabbing the shovel by the back door as I swung open the screen. Gracy darted into the yard, her little legs pumping as she got to the top step. She tapped around at the edge of the landing, but the tiny terrier didn’t dare go out into the dark backyard.

I quickly slapped the porch light on... And froze.

The creature in my trashcan was impossible to miss. Two beady black eyes in a red face looked back at me. There were two little black horns on the top of its head, and wings sprouting from its back.

Damn, I breathed.

Ya, ya, I know, the little demon said, flicking a dark look at my dog. I’m going.

His tiny wings began to pump, the little rotund body lumbering up out of the garbage. Stubby legs and clawed hands failed as he tried to get balanced on the minuscule wings.

Who does a demon have to curse around here to get a bite of food, the imp complained as he turned to