To celebrate the upcoming release of Strange Angels, I decided to talk to a couple of characters in the book. Today’s it Bob, bar owner and supposed fallen god, although he is a slippery one.
Andrea: Thanks for talking to me, Bob.
Bob: No problem, mate. Love the sound of my own voice.
Andrea: Now you supposedly own a bar called The Way Station. But I can’t find any proof that it exists.
Bob: It exists, but only for people who need it.
Bob: Can’t explain it.
Andrea: So only people who need your bar can find it? Doesn’t nearly everyone need a bar at one time or another?
Bob: You don’t come to my place for drinks.
Andrea: What do you come for then?
Bob: Ah, but that would be telling.
Andrea: So I will find your bar if I need it, but I can’t know what I’d need it for?
Bob: Now you got it.
Andrea: Rumors have it you’re a fallen god. Which one?
Andrea: What kind of answer is that?
Bob: I’m a fan of the game, mate. If I tell you right out, where’s the fun for me?
Andrea: I didn’t realize conversations were games.
Bob: Sure they are. There’s give and take, right? That’s sort of game. There’s also rules to conversations, and rules to games.
Andrea: What’s the rules of this conversation?
Bob: No idea. I’m making it up as I go along.
Andrea: Fine. Can you tell us anything about the rumor?
Bob: Fallen god’s a funny phrase, isn’t it? It’s like, what, Thor tripped and fell over an ottoman? Seems weird. I mean, he’s Thor. How’s a pratfall gonna hurt him?
Andrea: You’re not Thor, are you?
Bob: (Laughs) Do I look like a big Norseman with daddy issues and a constant case of the frizzies? Nope.
Andrea: The frizzies?
Bob: Yeah. He’s just one big magnet of static electricity. Never shake his hand unless you like getting fifty thousand volts through you. Although it wakes you up a lot faster than coffee.
Andrea: You’re never going to answer a single question seriously, are you?
Bob: Nope. Where’s the fun in that?
So ends the interview with Bob, one of the many weird gods (?) featured in Strange Angels. Good luck on finding his bar, although if you do, good luck on ever getting a straight answer out of him.
Death is the family business, and Brendan Connolly is about to come into his legacy. Nobody warned Bren that Dad was a death god, or that someday he’d inherit his powers. So far, falling in love with the angel sent to protect him has been the only good thing to come out of this whole mess.
Bren’s guardian angel, Lorygdarain, knows the aura of a ticking supernatural time bomb when he sees one. Add to that the angel’s first taste of the human emotion called love, and protecting Bren from the god who killed his father could be Dar’s hardest job in an eon.
Snakes, amnesia, and a mysterious god named Bob might not be much of a rescue plan, but one guardian angel can only do so much. With a veritable pantheon on his heels, and the universe hanging in the balance, Bren must learn to lock and load the most dangerous weapon of all: himself.