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The Capo of Darkness [MultiFormat]
eBook by Laura Resnick
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description:  When Adam and Eve want to whack out Yaweh, they offer the contract to the most notorious hit man in Creation.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Vengeance Fantastic, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [206 KB], eReader (PDB) [26 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [13 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [92 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [37 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [14 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3734
Reading time: 10-14 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
A blue sucker for fine stories, it normally takes me a couple of sentences (paragraph, at worst) in the excerpt to figure out love or hate. Two lines -- and I knew I wanted to read 'The Capo of Darkness'. Whacking Yaweh ain't no easy feat. The writing is crisp, effortless, funny. Mafia-style Adam and Eve. Lucifer's consigliere is a made guy. Takes no nonsense -- zip. A sit-down with Satan? That's a special favour. But not when you're out to garrotte the Eternal Being on some petty vengeance. Porkoddio! But Satan has a thing for Eve and-- he has had a shot at whacking Yaweh in a war of Good and Evil that carried dust luck. Laura Resnick has produced a very enjoyable read. Anyone keen on humour will relish this fantasy. -Eugen Bacon, Fictionwise Recommender
The day them two polenta-eating bums from Eden came to the Underworld began like any day down here. Just another Eternity of hellfire and brimstone, nothing special. Business as usual. I checked in on the wailing of the damned, acknowledged blood sacrifices from 17,459 politicians, brokered the souls of a few no-talent international movies stars, called in a marker on Wall Street, culled some vig from a shipment of virtue headed for Our Lady of Perpetual Chastity School For Girls in Yonkers, and made sure that every IRS agent who'd ever lived and died was still engulfed in the inferno of Everlasting Suffering where they belonged.
Like I said, nothing special. Then they showed up. I knew who they was right away, of course. Who else in all of Creation wears fig leaves, for Chrissake? (I can say that name down here. It's upstairs that you gotta be careful about taking it in vain.) Okay, fine, the two of them screwed up and had to be thrown outta the outfit. I get that. A boss can't go soft and let his crew get away with disobeying orders. But Mister Yahweh went too far, giving them nothing but fig leaves to wear when He kicked them out of Eden. And don't think I didn't say so to His face back when I used to work for Him.
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