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Aziraphale looked around the bookshop and sighed. Not long now, he thought. The last time they had spoken, the Metatron had made it clear that Heaven was not best pleased about Aziraphale preventing the Apocalypse, and that he should expect some form of punishment. Aziraphale's bags were packed, and he fully expected to be carted off to Heaven to sort out this 'administrative issue' he had heard about. Crowley had explained that apparently since the "Adam Debacle" that the system controlling whether dead humans ended up in Heaven or Hell had been playing up. Hell had recently taken delivery of Arthur C. Clarke, while the angel Gabriel had fir

The snows came early in the winter of 2009. In a certain graveyard in south-east Britain, the snow lay thick upon the graves, rabbits and small rats scurried and hopped around through the gloom, and Crowley shivered under the shadow of a gravestone, which leant over him proclaiming 'Harry Smith – 1504-1536. R.I.P'. Crowley chuckled quietly to himself. Harry Smith had been a good laugh, especially when that wolf had been set on him. The onlookers had seen a shadow of a man change into that of a wolf, and then that wolf jumped out of the darkness and attacked Harry. Thus Crowley had created the image of the werewolf in the eyes of mankind,

A little girl she said to me, "What are these things that I can see? Each night when I come home from school When my mum calls me in for tea But every night a baby dies And every night her mummy cries What makes those men do what they do To make that person black and blue?" Grandpa says "they're happy now They sit with God, in paradise With angel's wings, and still somehow It makes me feel quite nice Tell me there's a Heaven Tell me that it's true Tell me there's a reason Why I'm seeing what I do Tell me there's a Heaven Where all those people go Tell me they're all happy now Papa tell me that it's so So do I tell her that

1. While standing to attention during a speech by the general that will go on for hours, do not play "siege of madrigal" through your helmet speakers 2. On no account, never, on pain of death, go the way of the navy 3. Do not refer to the Spartan-3s as "padawans" 4. Do not attempt to stick a sticky grenade to your enemy's body without throwing it 5. Do not duct tape over the exhaust ports of a plasma rifle and give it to an elite 6. Never refer to a prophet as a quadriplegic 7. If in doubt, stay behind cover. That suit of armour cost a lot of money 8. Never bribe the covenant to glass a human planet, even if your ex wife still lives th

He's coming for me, He's coming, he's coming, My heart has started Drumming and drumming, Now he's all around, And he's punching and punching, There's blood in my mouth, And I'm munching and munching, I'm on the ground and I'm bleeding and bleeding, Now it's all over, I know I can't tell, Or he'll come back, To make my life Hell

Death I know he is out there, lying in wait His eyes gleaming white with fury and hate His gaze is fixed on me his prey Through the long sweat of night and the mad race of day And I am transfixed by the thought he is all the same Each face identical and in flame! His cloak is black, his horse is white His scythe and sword are gleaming bright Famine, Pestilence and War He makes the apocalyptic riders four His brains and cunning cannot be beat When he goes hunting we are the meat. What is he really? Disease, famine, devastation Anthropomorphic personification? He summons us to Heaven or Hell What else, who can say, who can tell