Amateur Dramatics and Other Apocalyptic Diversions
How in the nine circles of Hell did one admit, casually, while not ruining everything, to loving their co-star in the midst of a divinely mandated amateur play? Crowley and Aziraphale, masters of denial. The rest of creation, taking bets on when those two idiots will finally admit they're head-over-wings for each other. But when a divinely inspired play (terrible script, excellent wardrobe department, Crowley will give them that) forces them to confront the very obvious, incandescently real thing burning between them.... Well. Heaven and Hell better brace themselves. Because some lines, once spoken (especially while wearing matching doublets and trying very hard not to make eye-contact), can't be unsaid.…