Holly Black

@HollyBlackAuthor @JaredPova I smiled instantly. It was comical and the spare-change-for-the-devil contrast to Holly's night club owning Lucifer I think is the perfect alternative. I will stop in and read your work soon.

@HollyBlackAuthor Congrats, @JaredPova !

Here's @JaredPova's winning piece for anyone interested (so you don't have to scroll all the way to the bottom like I did :') 
          	  
          	  
          	  I found Satan working in a coffee shop. One side of his head was shaved, and he wore an apron smeared with ruddy stains.
          	  	I knew it was him because of his eyes: deep blue like the ocean. Like a pointed sapphire—sharp and opulent.
          	  	These were the eyes of Lucifer. 
          	  	"What can I do you for?” He leaned across the counter. His long fingers were made for the piano. 
          	  	"I need to make a deal."
          	  	"What'll it be?" His smile was like a song out of tune--something off kilter.
          	  	"My brother’s sick."
          	  	"You want me to heal him?" 
          	  	I nodded.
          	  	"Sure." Another smile. The lines crinkled around his eyes. 
          	  	“Do you want my soul?” 
          	  	"No," he said. "A tip." He jingled the change bucket in front of me. 
          	  	I quirked an eyebrow.
          	  	"Hell, dude. Don't look at me like that," he sighed. "Even the devil needs to eat."