By Tim Pratt
ISBN-10: 1597801895
ISBN-13: 9781597801898
The satan is understood by way of many names: Serpent, Tempter, Beast, Adversary, Wanderer, Dragon, insurgent. His traps and machinations are the stuff of legends. His faces are legion. it doesn't matter what face the satan wears, Sympathy for the satan has all of them. Edited via Tim Pratt, Sympathy for the satan collects the simplest Satanic brief tales via Neil Gaiman, Holly Black, Stephen King, Kage Baker, Charles Stross, Elizabeth endure, Jay Lake, Kelly hyperlink, China Mieville, Michael Chabon, and so on, revealing His Grand Infernal Majesty, in all his kinds. Thirty-five tales, from classics to the leading edge, exploring the numerous aspects of devil, Lucifer, the Lord of the Flies, the daddy of Lies, the Prince of the Powers of the Air and Darkness, the 1st of the Fallen... and a guy of Wealth and style. sit and spend a bit time with the satan.
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He stared into my face like a man looking for something he’s dropped and has got to find. ” the devil cried. We stood there in the sun, me and Ezekiel, and then something went out of his eyes, and he let go and walked back across the ditch and trudged after the mule without a word. I caught up to the Terraplane just in time for it to roll off again. I saw how it was, all right. A ways up the road, a couple of younguns was fishing off the right side of a plank bridge, and the devil announced he would stop to see had they caught anything, and if they had, to take it for his supper.
Don’t seek it, my children, don’t seek it,” he’d say. As far as I could see, all along the edges of the water, was bones and carcasses and lumps that used to be animals—mules and horses and cows and coons and even little dried-up birds scattered like hickory chips, and some things lying away off that might have been animals and might not have been, oh Lord, I didn’t go to look. A couple of buzzards was strolling the edge of the water, not acting hungry nor vicious but just on a tour, I reckon.
And there was something very person-like in his huge, leonine face: his broad black nose, his greenish-yellow eyes, his fanged but amiable mouth (still leaking amber pus from the right lower lip). I stroked his head, and scratched him beneath the chin, and wished him well. Then I went inside, and turned off the light on the porch. I sat on my chair, in the darkness inside the house, with the see-in-the-dark binoculars on my lap. I had switched the binoculars on, and a trickle of greenish light came from the eyepieces.
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