I was idly reading "The Wreck of Heaven" (by Holly Lisle) last night, ticking along in a soothing plot with the destruction of worlds and universes with magic special-powered sisters from Earth who fulfill the prophecy (one with flashing eyes and coppery hair down to her butt) about to save everything and soul-loss and immortality and demon god things and hawt sex with an elfy king dude, and a 3 year old along (what!?) when suddenly there was a hilarious moment. The magic sister with the 3 year old suddenly goes "WTF why am I in this yukky cold stone castle? I can't work like this!" and so practically the first thing she does with her powers is to magick up a middle class Barbie dream apartment down in the castle basement, with wall to wall carpeting and a sparkly white kitchenette and bathroom, and she takes breaks from saving the universe to make lunch for the 3 year old as he plays trucks on the carpet with his magic goblin/house-elf guards.
Well, there's your angel in the house. It was very odd! She could have magicked up a double latte and a soccer team while she was at it. Then, back to travelling between worlds!
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