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I've decided that Joseph is Crowley (though more betrayed because his masters were supposed to be Heaven and are turning out to be Hell) and Lewis is Pretty-Aziraphale (although not so helpless). They're both of the Preserver class of cyborg, immortals, and have been kicking around Earth for a long time (several thousand years in Joseph's case, Lewis is, I think, younger.) Joseph's job is Facilitator, or con-man (he talks people into things) and he's small and dark with a goatee. Lewis is delicate and blond and is a Literature specialist.
(from "The Graveyard Game" by Kage Baker)
"I can't believe you didn't enjoy that," said Lewis, as Joseph carefully loaded in the six jugs of Bronte liqueur he had purchased at the gift shop.
"I guess I'm just not literary," Joseph said, changing his mind and removing one of the jugs. He carried it around to the front of the car and got in.
"You've no appreciation of high romance, that's your trouble," Lewis said, climbing in and starting the motor.
Joseph nodded somberly. "Boy meets girl, girl loses boy, everybody dies. I just don't get it. What those kids needed was some tuberculosis inoculations and a whole lot of Prozac." He broke the seal on the jug and sampled the liqueur. "Wow. Or this. Want some?"
"Not while I'm driving. Do you want to get us arrested?" Lewis headed back in the direction of the A629.
"At least that would be a guy thing," Joseph retorted.
(from "The Graveyard Game" by Kage Baker)
"I can't believe you didn't enjoy that," said Lewis, as Joseph carefully loaded in the six jugs of Bronte liqueur he had purchased at the gift shop.
"I guess I'm just not literary," Joseph said, changing his mind and removing one of the jugs. He carried it around to the front of the car and got in.
"You've no appreciation of high romance, that's your trouble," Lewis said, climbing in and starting the motor.
Joseph nodded somberly. "Boy meets girl, girl loses boy, everybody dies. I just don't get it. What those kids needed was some tuberculosis inoculations and a whole lot of Prozac." He broke the seal on the jug and sampled the liqueur. "Wow. Or this. Want some?"
"Not while I'm driving. Do you want to get us arrested?" Lewis headed back in the direction of the A629.
"At least that would be a guy thing," Joseph retorted.