Monster #26

Monster #26 yawned luxuriously, sharpening her fangs against her long, sandpaper-like tongue with anticipation. Earlier in the day she had eaten an early dinner and crawled out of the boiling sea to pluck her eyebrows and paint her spots a ceremonial shade of sulphur yellow. She hoped her guest would be impressed when they finally met! After all, no other monster she knew had ever been able to get a real, published writer to come in as a guest to put together their biography. She would be the first!

Now, where could he be?