Six Sentence Sunday

From Through the Fire (WIP):

“I saw you in Hell, in Balarak’s house. I … I know you from somewhere, but I don’t remember meeting you.” The surprised, confused expression on his face was nothing she’d ever seen from a demon before.

“I … I remember you, too.” She shook her head, trying to clear it more, and took a step back. “Who are you?”

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  2. People make conversation… even in hell, or about people(?) they met there. There’s something a little shivery about the ordinary and the uncanny dancing together, which you do so well here.

    Of course, I want to read more.