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Tag Archives: Rock Band Fights Evil
Her Duster Flared
Raphael turned from following Chuy and jogged down the stairs. He kicked aside a dazed-eyed man who clutched and groped at his leg, aware that Chuy, above him, was halfway along the ramp. He pushed between two clinging women as … Continue reading
Truer Words
“He’s waking up.” Eddie Marlowe shoved himself into Raphael’s field of vision. He looked more haggard and food-deprived than ever, and even as their gazes met, Eddie’s Infernal eye slid sideways, and he blinked hard. “Tell me who you are,” … Continue reading
Both Sides Were Wrong
“Why are you doing push-ups?” Enoch asked. “Son of a bitch hates it,” Chuy sneered. “All that slob wants to do it get drunk, eat candy bars, and pretend he likes girls.” “What son of a bitch is that?” Enoch … Continue reading
Play
Raphael hesitated. Was this possession or madness? “Can I talk to Mike?” “You wouldn’t want to. He’s chickenshit, and an idiot. Besides, you don’t need him. If you’re looking for Eddie Marlowe, I can tell you where he is.” “Oh … Continue reading
Not That Council
“Why does Heaven communicate to me by the Sons of Light?” John smiled. “We have always been Heaven’s. We are the redundant network. The backup plan.” “The backup plan for what?” “For when the main plan goes awry. I am … Continue reading
No Protection Where You Need It
“Shout.” Jacob looked at the door. “Really?” Pilate nodded. He muttered more Sumerian, gesturing over his own face. Then he stepped closer, leaned forward, and cupped one hand around his hear. “Shout it as loud as you can.” “Okay.” Jacob … Continue reading
Earth Has the Lock on Moral Decadence
“Why is everything in your father’s kingdom so ugly?” she asked. “I don’t know if it’s ugly,” Jim said, “so much as it’s homemade.” “What, Heaven has all the factories?” Jim nodded. “Which means that Hell has a punk aesthetic.” … Continue reading
What the Consequences Really Are
“I did not intend any of this.” Jacob Bar Azazel looked up at his father. Jacob was as small as any of the children of men, wiry and strong but little. His father, though with sorcerous operations he had reformed … Continue reading
Books Are Overrated
“I don’t know what to do with you, Flit Fox,” I muse. “If I let you go, you’re duty-bound to run off and tell Mab and Oberon we’re here, and what you’ve told us.” Flit cries some more. “You can’t … Continue reading
