Fire and Ice
When the long spring first began to break the ice on the rivers of the outer world, I was born. I broke open the hard shell of my egg, cracking it as the rivers were cracking. Indeed the first sounds I heard were the breaking of the ice outside the...
Black Sepia - chapter 5
Two days later there was a knock on the bookshop door, well after hours. Aziraphale was curled up on the couch with a book, one of his old favorites. He didn't have the energy to read anything new just now. Crowley was wrapped around him, all long...
Through A Glass Darkly - 7 (final)
A gentle breeze sent ripples over the golden grass that covered the plain, sunlight glinting from the stalks as if they were real gold. Here and there green peeked out amid the gold, signs of the new life that seemed to be flourishing all around. ...
Uplink
"Connection established." The virtual world shimmered into place around Eli's black-backed jackal avatar. It was a simple, grassy space, presented with near-perfect fidelity, but distinguished from reality by the small HUD that hovered just to one...
Coffe and Free-Fall
Emily Aurelius let out a long breath as she set foot on Dromia VI for the first time. She was a golden jackal of fairly average height, with a slender build, dark hazel eyes, golden-brown fur ticked with darker brown along her back and brushy tail,...
Black Sepia - chapter 6
They went clothes shopping the next day. Pain had left him, but Aziraphale was still molting. The itching wasn't as bad, since he had no more feathers to shed, but the new pinfeathers still pushing up into place itched, and he felt vaguely irritated...
Star Tiger, Moon Girl, Chapter 2
He Who Stalks The Night woke in confusion. He was not surprised by his waking, nor by where he found himself; he was still in the cage, within the alien's animal keeping place, as he had been for weeks now. The dream, however, had been strange. It had...
Black Sepia - chapter 8
They reeled arm in arm out of the festival, laughing. Aziraphale was stuffed to the gills and had gotten his palm read, among other things. Crowley had only tasted bits of the various food on offer, but even he'd gotten enough to make nearly a full...
Black Sepia - chapter 9
Aziraphale stared at the stack of paperwork in front of him. He was perched on the edge of his couch, with the papers set on an end table he'd pulled around. This was because Crowley was curled around him like a backrest, and he hadn't wanted to move...