The bodies of the men and women that decorated the buildings and streets didn't spook Azrael's horse any more than they spooked him. Nothing had spooked it since he'd raised it from the dead. The horses of the men with him, on the other hand, were as skittish as if they smelled hellspawn on the wind. Maybe they did. But Azrael reckoned it was more likely the opposite of hellspawn that had done this.

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Peter Darbyshire is the author of the books Has the World Ended Yet?, The Warhol Gang, and Please, as well as the Cross supernatural thriller series under the pen name Peter Roman. He has published stories in numerous journals and anthologies, including four Angel Azrael stories in Beneath Ceaseless Skies. He currently lives near Vancouver, Canada, where he is working on an Azrael novel. Follow him online at

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