Monthly Archives: January 2012

Not the Saving Kind

“What about them?”  She pointed at the sufferers below. Azazel nodded agreement.  “They are the reason why I must win.” “Baraqyel said they were the unhappy dead.” “They are.  Heaven has coined a new word for them, in fact.  They … Continue reading

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Point of Order

“Silence!” Azazel roared one word, and the racket cut off.  He looked across the Council chamber at Qayna.  “Do you abstain, then?” he asked her. Qayna almost fell from her perch.  Her crow settled slowly on the back of the … Continue reading

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John the Revelator

Practically church music, from Son House.

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Devil Got My Woman

Skip James again, for a little Saturday melancholy.

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What Do I Want?

“What do I want, then?” Jim asked. “Jim, don’t do it,” Twitch urged his friend. “Whatever you want,” the Legate told him, “you can get it with power.  Power brings all good things.  Power, and money, which is the same … Continue reading

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Every Crackpot in the Last Two Thousand Years

There is war coming,” the Legate intoned.  “And there was war in Heaven.  Michael and his angels fought against the dragon.” “The Revelation of John,” Jim said.  “The refuge and comfort of every crackpot for the last two thousand years.”  … Continue reading

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Down to a Little Business

After the Legate came two law enforcement officers, Sheriff’s deputies, Jane now saw.  The younger man, with buzzcut hair and a thin mustache, was in front.  He called out to the Legate, asking the older man to stop and getting … Continue reading

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Split a Nail

Azazel stepped into the center of the Council, whip trailing behind him on the stones.  He smiled, and Qayna was reminded how beautiful he was—how beautiful they all were, setting aside the part-animal forms.  “I apologize, Samael,” he purred.  “I … Continue reading

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Bukka White: Parchman Farm

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Son House: Death Letter

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