Amanda Prantera's second novel, The Cabalist (1985), begins very interestingly, with the author interrupting in alternating chapters to give us a bit of background on the protagonist: stepping behind the curtain, so to speak. The protagonist is Kestler, a Venetian magician - as opposed to illusionist - who is terminally ill and wants to sort out his affairs and secure a worthy successor to his work before he dies. He also wants to combat a malevolent child demon called the Catcher (or Catfisher), who lures cats to their deaths, and who may or may not be real...
Unfortunately the author disappears quickly and we are left with a relatively dull read. Kestler's page-long paragraphs of internal monologue are dense and show clearly that while Prantera - a philosophy graduate - was eager to impress with her erudition and ability to sustain long stretches of unbroken prose, she had yet to come to the realisation that her true strength was in effortless readability and faux-naive cunning. (See her later novels, which I've reviewed elsewhere on Amazon, for shining examples of that.) This book has little of that, so goes down as a How-did-she-ever-get-a-deal-for-another-one? volume, although I'm glad in the end that she did.