Between a Pyramid and a Hard Place
I'm soooo excited to announce that my fic for Good Omens Minisode Minibang 2024 has been posted!!
For the reverse bang, I was paired with the wonderful @qwilanikan whose beautiful art felt like two pieces rolled into one!
I had an amazing time digging deep (pun intended) into the history of Egypt and the archaeology done there! So, if you love Egypt, the pyramids, Crowley, drunken shenanigans, or in depth character studies, you will love my fic!
After the disaster that was St James Park, 1862, Crowley takes a drunken nap in a shipping crate, and wakes up in Egypt, 1905. Through a series of drunken mishaps, one including Howard Carter, Crowley finds himself stuck at the archaeological dig at the Great Pyramids of Giza, with orders from Hell to make trouble. But Crowley has other priorities, like nursing his loneliness and not thinking about Az, that insufferable angel. Trouble finds him anyway, as he wanders the pyramid on a night when it is all too willing to give up its secrets. The sands of time will not let him forget the past....or the future.
“Uh,” Crowley said. “That is to say, I’d like to…staymhm in Eghyughpt,” he said into the cup’s rim, punctuating the statement with a deep gulp of the wine that he had already drank once.
“Ah!” the Italian man only seemed to get more cheerful. “You are looking for a dig to join, that is it! You should talk to Reisner then. I am getting out of Egypt, as is good for these old bones, but you, you have the ambition of youth!”
Crowley’s eyebrows did a wiggle. A what-the-hell-are-you-on-about, I’m-obviously-middle-aged wiggle. The Italian did not notice the wiggle.
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