I killed off a minor character today, which always feels a bit weird, or maybe that's just me. There's something about making someone up, putting them through all sorts of odd situations, and then suddenly deciding that they need to die for the story to work out right that makes me feel a bit odd. Or possibly like the Godfather. One or the other, anyway.
The hard part was putting together a workable fight scene in the context of comic fantasy. For the urban fantasy that is my other novels' focus, it's a fairly accepted part of the sub-genre. For this, it's harder, since you have to find ways of taking violence and death and somehow still getting the odd laugh. Hopefully, I've found a way.
So RIP Bob the Vampire (the name works rather better in context, trust me). Now, onto the next bit.