Rian's rickety stall was at the end of the market street, nearly to the town limit and generally ignored. His fruit was the best of its kind, but it was not what most of the townfolk wanted.

"Fresh delicious pears," he offered, when a handsome demon paused to peruse.

The handsome demon looked from the fat pears to Rian and the tiny nubs of dark horns jutting through pale hair.

"Grown just beyond the churchyard," Rian added. Juicy pears nourished with the flesh of sinners.

The handsome demon smiled and reached for his purse.