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32 pages, ebook
First published October 30, 2013
"Mathilde didn’t want a demon. She wanted a pony.Yes, few things are worse than ending up with a pet demon instead of a pony for your birthday. Mathilde sure thinks so. After all, ponies are made of adorable cuteness, right? (Or at least such seems to be the message the establishment - I feel very grown-up using a big word like 'Establishment' in the review of this cute, sweet and sadly adorable story - aimed at little girls who expect princess-like gifts. Blergh.)
“Ponies are expensive,” Mathilde’s mother said. “How about a nice little demon instead?”
"How could anyone think that a demon was better than a pony?"If you've ever been a kid stuck with a pet that eventually wins your heart, or have a soft spot under your outer cynical crust, you will probably find this adorable and sweetly quirky, and the ten minutes it takes to read this short story will be ten minutes you won't regret. And if you do regret taking some of your time for this story - well, then Ix'thor probably already owns your soul, somewhere in his (adorably) demonic domain. MWA-HA-HA!!!
A silly question, really. Just one look here will suffice for the answer.
"The cage had changed since the last time she’d seen it. Ix’thor had moved around the pebbles at the bottom and stacked them up into a high-backed chair. He had taken apart his cardboard box and used it to build a little tower. Another piece of cardboard had been fashioned into a wide, diamond-shaped sword with tiny skulls carved into the blade. In the dim red light, it looked like every pebble in the cage had been worn down slightly to resemble hundreds of itty-bitty multicolored skulls."
“Hello,” she said. “What’s your name?”This story takes on the troubles and concerns of childhood and the issues of kids taking care of pets. Where the "pet" is an intelligent being - and, moreover, a demon that constantly issues threats, even if it's totally unable to carry through with them - the combination sits a little bit uneasily. Still, Ix'thor won my heart, loyally promising to destroy anyone who hurts Mathilde's feelings. He's maybe my favorite literary demon ever. And in the end you have a character who has a growing up experience, along with the question of what really is the monster.
I AM IX’THOR, MASTER OF THE VENOMOUS PITS OF KARTHOOM! The creature raised his arms over his head. He had a voice like the truck that picked up their garbage in the morning, only smaller. BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER, SMALL ONE!
“How about that!” The old man raised his fuzzy white eyebrows. “He told you his name first thing! He must really like you.”
“Mathilde didn’t want a demon. She wanted a pony.
“Ponies are expensive,” Mathilde’s mother said. “How about a nice little demon instead?”
“I don’t want a demon!” Mathilde stamped her foot. “Demons are ugly and creepy and they smell bad!”