" A dark shape swept up from the wide of the building and over the glass wall. It landed on two clawed feet a foot or so from me, and for a moment, I really wished I hadn’t been able to see the imp.
The thing must’ve fallen down a demon tree and hit every ugly branch on the way down. It looked like a giant, walking bat as it lifted nearly translucent wings and screeched.
I slammed the iron dagger deep into its chest. “Dumbass,” I muttered as the demon went up in flames. "

― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Grace and Glory (The Harbinger, #3)