God does not play games with His loyal servants...*

"Whoopeee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"


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Links of the Day: Good Omens appreciation
The Wiki article, the Lexicon
Quotes here (with summary), here and here.
A summary/review
Temptation: A Crowly-Appreciation Site
Aziraphale's and Crowley's 2006 New Year's Resolutions


* the Metatron, Voice of God, and Crowley, a demon, in Good Omens by TPratchett and NGaiman

Mary Sue-ism, Self-Insertion: Eragon-style

She couldn't say why she'd slapped him, not exactly. Maybe the last straw had been his lip beginning to curl into a smirk, or her suddenly remembering how much he'd liked her tomato soup.

One part of her was elated at finally having slapped someone, after years of pent-up anger, swallowed curses and fisted hands. The other, larger, part of her was shivering in the cold realization of just who it was she had slapped.

Standing before him and the shocked onlookers at his command, she awaited retaliation and was not disappointed.

***

When she awoke, her body ached with the memory of pain.* From the damp, she knew she;d been dumped into a dungeon cell; she couldn't see anything but darkness.

***

Pain drew him out of the darkness.

"Please don't move," said an exasperated voice. "I've been trying to get this piece of shrapnel out for hours."

He felt the brush of breath at the words and a weight - a hand - moving slowly over his chest. Metal creaked and clothes rustled as the woman leaned closer over him.

The sharp hook of pain that had dragged him from unconsciousness blossomed and throbbed as it spread across his chest before cutting in deep.

He tried to open his eyes but his body seemed to have forgotten about him. He tried moving instead, but found he could barely feel his body at all, much less move it. Trapped inside his body, all he could feel was heat and weight - and the pain as it rode through him.

He tried again to open his eyes, wondering if he'd somehow forgotten how to, when light flooded his vision and seemed to split his head apart.

"Stay," cautioned the voice. A small part of him, detached from the pain and the light, noted with amusement that the tone had been much like what one would use on a wary dog. A hand pushed him firmly down, steadying him, and he collapsed under it. He tried to clear his head of the new pain by taking a deep breath, but that, too, brought pain.

Then the pain multiplied a thousand fold as his mind and body reacquainted themselves with screams. A jolt of fire ran straight through him, stopping his breathe halfway down his throat. He wanted - needed - to thrash, to cry out, to lash out at whatever was doing this to him, but he knew, even before the tension faded, that his body had barely shifted under the sheets.

A triumphant voice crying out, "Got you!", and a soft metallic clink proclaimed the shrapnel free of his chest.

The pain ebbed to a dull throb and he sank deeper into the bed and the dark.


Random Snippets:

What he heard: "You made me feel alive."
What she said: "You made me feel a lie."

A Shade rustled in the dark. How philosophically improbable.


* Alternatively, "She awoke to the memory of pain."

Durza looked at the large, white marble block sitting there.*

It was heavy. Very, very heavy.*


I've written stuff! *dances* sickle_stories isn't as dead as you thought! *glee*

Oh, okay, it's pretty random stuff, mostly snippets of what's a longer story (in my head, where it'll stay) but at least it's something. The third bit actually happenes first - waaay first - when the characters first meet.

In other news, Ye Purple Toe ( Click for pic )

isn't broken, just really - really - badly sprained.

I've been filling in a couple suitcases today. One's for storage, one's for me. It is not a process which fills me with much joy and enthusiasm.

I'll probably be heading off to Burgos for the weekend, to see ma and Gran.

Aaaand I think I've pretty much iconed every decent Durza-screencap there is. Or have I? MuahahahaHAHAHAhah!


* Subieko, describing a writer's block on ReEragon, an absolutely wonderful fic both for the funnies and the drama.