CHAPTER THIRTEEN
What would YOU do if you were sitting on your front porch and spotted a six-foot-long, giant grasshopper demon carrying a helpless black man through the sky?
Would you call the police? Would you have a heart attack? Would you run away and check yourself into a mental institution?
That was what was going through my mind as Natkaal carried me over my neighborhood and toward my street. Shingles, telephone wires, and busy streets cycled past in a dizzying blur.
I heard curse words, screams, and all sorts of unintelligible freakouts. My people don’t take kindly to seeing weird stuff, and boy, did they have a front-row ticket to the freakshow.
Natkaal clicked his tongue as we passed over a liquor store. "If they think I'm bad, wait until they meet Elziel."
“How about we no
