Any Supernatural fans who haven’t read I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan really, really should because
a) it’s pretty much the best book ever and
b) I’m pretty sure the Supernatural writers did.
Any non-Supernatural fans should also read it because it really is the best book ever.
Four angelic presences is a bit of a strain for a material kitchen in Mile End.
'And suppose,' I say, 'without putting too fine a point on it, I tell you to kiss my mephitic ring-piece?'
Again there’s the possibility of a smirk from Uriel, but wooden Gabriel sticks to the facts. ‘You know, Lucifer, that in these matters there is no gainsaying His will.’
'Dearest Gabrielala - aren't you forgetting your histoire? I got where I am today by gainsaying His will. What’s he going to do? Go to war again over an East End tart?’
'If need be. Do you think Michael sleeps, Lucifer? Or that Heaven's armour is gone to rust?'
'Old Thing, I really must ask you: Why are you talking like such a sanctimonious ponce?’
‘He cannot truly want to come home,’ Zaphiel says. ‘If he wanted to come home he wouldn’t say these things.
"He’ is here, if you don’t mind. Of course I’m not coming home. Do any of you seriously think this is anything more than a vacation for me? Do you know what hot buttered toast tastes like? Chocolate?’
'Methinks the lady doth protest too much,' Uriel says, and I nearly smack the cheeky rascal in the mouth. (If he and I hadn't…..if we weren't….well.)