“There was a tearing sound. Death's robe split and his wings unfolded. Angel's wings. But not of feathers. They were wings of night, wings that were shapes cut through the matter of creation into the darkness underneath, in which a few distant lights glimmered, lights that may have been stars or may have been something entirely else.”
Good Omens, Terry Pratchett
A Tattered Page New Round, a beautiful hilarious and smart masterpiece: Good Omens, by Pratchett and Gaiman. Come check the library: SLurl.
Hope you enjoy,
Alia
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