I wish I made this fic more detailed. Mari, Ebla and Nagar were such fascinating nations with interesting cultures. When people talk about the cradle of civilization or ancient Mesopotamia people think of Assyria and Babylon and Sumer and Akkad, but the north of that region, borders reaching towards Anatolia, is so often unsung of nowadays.

I love seeing characters gradually change while keeping the core. Crowley always worried out of kindness for other people, he was always high in empathy and compassion. Aziraphale was full of love but relatively low in compassion (still much more than any angel upstairs), not too sure about empathy because he sure likes to hide that, and Aziraphale has always liked to use denial and distraction as coping mechanism. I continued from the novel's prologue by following Crowley's worry and melancholy and Aziraphale's love and denial.