Next Town Over is on a semi-hiatus due to my first kid and my eroded buffer. I didn’t want to leave the place sit idle during this indeterminate span, though, so I asked you what you wanted to see in the interim, and you overwhelmingly voted for a visually simpler short story I could keep up with updating while I square away motherhood and the first NTO collection (thanks for your unbelievable support!). This is it.
Black and Hunter will eventually return in Next Town Over Book 5: Wayward.
I’m not even going to guess at the spin on this one; I know it’s gonna be good!
Nobody ever thinks to ask *why* these entities want their souls. What will be done with my soul? Is the soul the center of consciousness, and thus, will I experience whatever you will do with my soul?
Good thoughts.
Something tells me his eyesight will be replaced by the light.
Probably want them to put in soul gems. Ever play The Elder Scroll’s games?
http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Morrowind:Soul_Gems
All NTO universe bads know Soul Trap or at least have a branding iron enchanted with it.
It or he should say “mon petit ami” not “mon ami petit” unless the french error is intentionnal…
It’s a mistake: I was under the impression that adjectives and past & present participles usually follow the noun they modify in French, but some quick research suggests there are exceptions to this, and adjectives concerning size are one of them. D’oh!
Well, that IS a confusing syntactic rule. Just about every non-native French speaker trips on that one eventually.
I’m gonna guess it’s a light he can’t turn off, so he can never sleep, never sneak around in the dark, etc….maybe his eyes glow or his face, or something.
like Cyclops! Good luck finding ruby-crystal glasses, author.
“A light with a life as long as yours“
Are you deaf, Author???
I can’t believe he didn’t realise that. Dude, you are stupid
This guy keeps selling shares of his soul for every small gadget he can think off….. maybe he should think selling smaller parcels… you know… a quarter top….. they’re pens…. is not as if he could do anything that he couldn’t with a regular pen is it?
If everyone sold their souls for trinkets like this, Sharper Image would be out of business!
Interesting concept selling your soul one share at a time, and is it even possible to sell ones soul as if it were some meager possession to be easily pawned off at ones convenience.
I always liked the way the anti-Christ operated in American Gothic. He would offer help with minor things at first in exchange for little favors down the road. Eventually you would ask him for help with major things, and in return he would ask you to do some pretty dark shit in return. You could always refuse and save your soul at that point, but breaking a contract with the devil usually involved a vary messy freak accident.