Here’s
a little taste of my upcoming release, “Tears of Heaven” due this fall:
The fight was
not going well. Del should have brought
Marrin. Ahadiel had told her to bring
Marrin, but that had only made certain that she wouldn’t.
Del gasped as
the rogue landed a solid punch into her stomach and ribs, the air whooshed from
her lungs. He followed with a stab of
his clawed-fingers into her right arm.
Cold-filled pain suffused her shoulder and caused it to spasm. She spun away, awkwardly. Her right arm felt like it had been
shattered, pulverized into a pudding, useless as gelatin. The cold-forged iron spike she’d been
holding, dropped from useless fingers and clattered to the floor. The rogue looked at her with brutal menace in
his eyes and flame licking around the lids.
It would have
been a good trick.
If only it had
been a trick.
The flames were
all too real.
Fortunately, Del
didn’t suffer from the same fears that mortals had to contend with. A rogue divinity hissing heresy and spouting
fire, literal fire, around his eyes would have left a mortal quivering in
terror until the Last Judgment.
She’d seen it
happen.
“Leave now,
little half-breed,” the rogue said, and his voice had a sibilance that seemed
to surround her, whispering in both of her ears intimately, “and I will not
kill you. Stay, and I will make your
pain a torture. I will see you last for
days upon days, and I promise you abuses you could not dream.”
Del said
nothing.
People think
they want to meet an angel, but they really don’t. The awful truth is that meeting an angel is
the scariest, most life altering moment of any mortal’s short existence. Angels have always had their voices raised in
songs of praise and their wings dipped in rivers of blood. When the Throne needs a mortal slain or an
army felled, an angel is sent. When a
city or nation needs to be leveled and the ground sown with salt for a thousand
years, an angel is the destroyer.
Flood, fire,
famine, disease, pestilence and death are conjured through an angel.
Angels should be
a human’s worst nightmare embodied.
"Cold-filled pain suffused her shoulder and caused it to spasm painfully."
ReplyDeletePain causes something to happen painfully? You might consider re-writing that.
Otherwise I really can't wait for the book.
Thanks! It's a rough draft, and these details sometimes get lost. Hence the need for a good editor (which I now have). More to come!
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