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  1. Rec 53

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    In the beginning of the sixteenth century, Aziraphale and Crowley converge on a monastery in northern England, each on an assignment as an undercover priest.

    Or, on the nature of miracles, love, and forgiveness.

    “Give it a try.”
    “What?”
    “Confess to me.” His voice was low and sweet.
    “What - I - confess what?” Aziraphale said, and laughed nervously. “I have nothing to confess. Certainly not to you.”
    “Well, how about drinking in the confessional? Start small.”
    “What - I - you tricked me into doing that!”
    “I thought angels couldn’t be tricked.”
    “Tempted,” Aziraphale said, absent-mindedly. “Angels can’t be tempted. Alright, fine. Yes, I confess to - to drinking in the confessional. Give me that,” he said, reaching over into Crowley’s side and wrenching the bottle out of his hand. He drank, and tucked the bottle between his thighs, daring Crowley to say something.
    “See?” Crowley said. “S’easy once you start. Go on then, what else?”

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    20 Feb 2026

  2. Rec 34

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    Many things had been proposed as the agent behind Jeeves’ exceptional acumen, his savoir-faire, his shimmering appearances, his uncanny well of knowledge, his unfailing ability to get anyone anywhere out of any pinch. The potential causes had been posited as follows: a diet heavy in fish, a bedside table full of improving reading, an overabundance of gray matter, aided by a particular protuberance at the back of the head, allowing for more of the soft stuff than anybody else. Not one of these came close to the truth.* The truth was that Reginald Jeeves, the premier gentleman’s personal gentleman, Honor of Ganymede, First Class, of Berkeley Street, London, was, to put it plainly, a devil.

    *Except for the bit about the fish.

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    17 Feb 2026

  3. Rec 58

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    Everything’s gone to shit. Aziraphale’s fucked off back to Heaven, and Crowley’s stuck down on Earth with a new angel who asks the most annoying questions, like they’re some kind of divine punishment. Then there’s all the weird dream he’s been having, the same one, over and over. Oh, yeah, and the bookshop’s haunted.

    Or,

    The shop’s always been able to do what it wants, within reason. There’d been that time in 1973 when it had manifested an extra room to hold Aziraphale’s unexpected stock of National Geographic magazines. Or the time Aziraphale brought in a new copy of Alice in Wonderland and they’d each had to answer a riddle to go down into the wine cellar. But Crowley’s never come across a single locked door in this bookshop in two hundred twenty-four years. It’s just - it’s not done. Something’s up with the shop. There’d been the thing with the jazz music from Crowley’s dream. Crowley’d figured it was just another one of the bookshop’s quirks, although the bookshop’s musical taste tends largely towards classical, naturally enough, with, of course, the exception that any Shostakovich left in the shop too long turns into a copy of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours.

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    13 Feb 2026

  4. Rec 70

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    While attempting to rescue Aziraphale from a dangerous situation in Heaven, Crowley is killed. Aziraphale makes a bargain with God to get him back. Only, he’s got to find him, first.

    “Anthony, I have your Mr. Fell here,” Madame Tracy says, in her breathy medium voice. “Is there anything you’d like to say to him?”
    Yeah, comes Crowley’s voice out of Madame Tracy’s mouth, and Aziraphale grabs the edge of the table with his free hand until it cracks under his grip. He doesn’t notice. Because it is Crowley. He knows it like he knows - well, anything, really. Crowley continues, Yeah, you can tell that self-righteous arse “I told you so.”
    Shadwell, lurking around the edge of the room, mutters a blasphemy under his breath.

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    29 Jan 2026

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    Adam and Warlock spend spring break with their Godfathers, and make a plan to uncover the demon's True Form. Adam had been thinking about it all night, and he announced the next morning that they would almost certainly have to anger him. He suggested either scratching the Bentley or making fun of Aziraphale. Warlock strongly objected to both tactics, saying that awakening The Beast would not be worth it if they both ended up dead.

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    16 Jan 2026