Marjorie M Liu
smoke winds around my torso, peeling away from my ribs and back,
stealing the dark mist covering my hands and lower extremities…tattoos
dissolving into demon flesh, coalescing into small dark bodies. My
boys. The only friends I have in this world. Demons.
am a demon hunter. I am a demon. I am Hunter Kiss.
day, her tattoos are her armor. By night, they unwind from her body to
take on forms of their own. Demons of the flesh, turned into flesh.
This is the only family demon hunter Maxine Kiss has ever known. The
only way to live—and the very way she’ll die. For one day, her demons
will abandon her for her daughter to assure their own survival—leaving
Maxine helpless against her enemies
is the way of Earth’s last protector—the only one standing between
humanity and the demons breaking out from behind the prison veils. It
is a life lacking in love, reveling in death, until one moment—and one
© 2007 Marjorie M. Liu, All Rights Reserved
Wild Things - Hunter Kiss short story
A Wild Light