Time in Milliways is malleable, conformable -- stretchable as plastic, or clay, or spider silk. Someone in this room is taking full advantage of that fact ( Read more... )

Michael would be surprised that the Portal room functions for her, when of late so many of her fellow guests have been unable to access any destination at all, but she is an angel, and she can feel the increased urgency of her tasks pressing down on her -- God's hand on the reins, as it were. And so she indicates her destination and length of stay ( Read more... )

It's a dark room, and cold, shrouded in iron and lead, covered over in symbols to repel every evil thing under the sun, and a few things that will never see the light of day. There's one door, bolted tight, and salt sealed into the very walls ( Read more... )

Angels don't get frustrated, at least that's what the stories say. Some stories. The distinction is important. And perhaps Michael has always been an exception to this rule, because right now she feels little else but frustration. Christian, that Devil, is up to his games again. And Lucifer is stirring, as well. If they're in league with each other ( Read more... )