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T H A N K S !
Larks' Tongue in Aspic
Like most celestial beings, Azrael, the Angel of Death, was fascinated
by mortals. It wasn't that humans were especially interesting
creatures: just the opposite, in fact. Among the assembly of angels,
humans were regarded as small, dim, and peculiar. Uninteresting at best,
horrifying at worst. Still, mortals were such veiled creatures with
secrets faces, hidden dreams and desires that even the Angel of Death,
who worked with humans more than any other angel, wanted to know and
Azrael's three ravens often gave him good advice. Babd, the oldest of
the three, said, "Look to what they love. What they hold most dear will tell you who they are."
But Death shook his head. "No. Mortal love is so bound up in neuroses and childhood fears, mixed up with romantic myths, that's it's much too ambiguous a way to describe the mortal soul."
Acha, the youngest of the ravens, said, "Look to what they fear. Hate is a more direct clue to their character than love. Love may move a man or woman, but fear moves nations."
Again, Azrael shook his head. "Fear isn't the answer, either. There's so much to fear in their world, yet day-to-day most mortals live as if fear was as far away from them as the stars."
Neman, the wisest of the three, said, "Look to their sex. Love and hate are bound up with the neuroses of their culture, but when they mate, it's their true selves showing through."
Azrael sighed. "That won't do, either. They hide their sex from each other most of all. Even mortals who've mated time and again often won't reveal to a lover the true nature of their desires."
It was in Armenia that Death finally discovered what he'd been looking for. There was a village at the base of a black, spiny mountain. The villagers were happy enough, but very poor. They had no coins to put on
the eyes of their dead, so they buried their loved ones with
honeycakes. This gave Azrael an idea.
From then on, whenever Death took a soul from Earth, before conducting them to the Afterlife, he would take them to his home. There the soul would find other souls enjoying an immense banquet. Azrael enjoyed
telling the same joke whenever he saw the startled expression on the
face of each new soul: "I didn't know what you'd like, so I made
There was beef, fish, fowl, bush and game meat, steamed, baked, boiled and glazed vegetables, every kind of bread, cake, biscuit, cookie and confection ever made. There were a hundred different types of wine and brandy. Platters were piled high with olives, dates and cheese.
Sausages draped from the candelabras like lianas from rainforest trees.
For old souls, and those with exotic tastes, there was pickled eel and
sturgeon garnished with quail eggs and caviar. Acres of iced oysters
wound around roasted camel, goat, and iguana stuffed with pea hens.
Spiced cobras with pearl onion eyes were poised to strike from a
thicket of African figs, piles of pheasant, boar, antelope, hare,
gazelle and flamingo drumsticks.
Food, Death guessed, was the key to understanding the mortal heart.
Food was both necessity and pleasure, but humans didn't feel any need
to hide this. In fact, they celebrated their culinary cleverness. Death
began arriving early in the homes of his charges and before taking them
away, would peruse all the cook books he could find. While in the San
Fernando Valley to carry away the soul of a small-time TV producer,
Azrael discovered the Food Network. After he spread the word, it soon
became the most popular channel among all the non-corporeal beings in
this plane of existence.
Cooking classes soon replaced both lyre lessons and choir as major
preoccupations among the celestial orders. In Hell, Gluttony gave
seminars in both meal preparation and traditional French service. This
new emphasis on quality over quantity resulted in Gluttony slimming
down to his college weight. Envy pointed out Gluttony's newly trim
figure to Lucifer, hoping to advance himself in the sin hierarchy.
Instead, he found himself transferred to the darkest, dustiest, alcove
in Hell where he was forced to research new ways to promote sin among
single-cell life forms.
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Richard Kadrey is a member of a small group of innovative writers, including William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, John Shirley, Pat Cadigan, Tom Maddox, and others, who changed the face of science fiction in the 1980s. He also creates art. He lives in San Francisco.