
"What's your job?" He looked blank.
"I'm a writer. A novelist."
"Maybe that's why you were going to hell." Raziel said in a wry voice.
"Remind me - what do you write?"
I didn't bother disguising my irritation. He remembered my crackpot mother, but my life's work was easily forgotten. "Old Testament mysteries. " I said with a testy voice. "They're tongue-in-cheek, of course, and a little sarcastic, but-"
"There's your answer. Uriel's as pitiless as a demon, and he has no sense of humor."
When I first started this book I had the giggles for some reason. I had found the begging incredibly funny along with cheesy. The good kind of cheesy though of course. I think this book was more written for sarcasm and with serious and dangerous moments. Where Raziel was a complete jerk or actually a nice person. His mood swings were very annoying, along with never understanding why he was all warm this minute, but the next all cold and scary.
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