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The Greatest Power Comes from the Greatest Pain
Essa sprouts wings on her back whenever she suffers the deepest grief. The love of her life has just left her without a solid reason. She’s flung into the depths of sorrow, unable to deal with her grief and the added stress of wings on her back which only she can see. She has to get out her apartment so she takes a walk along the streets of Boston at night.
To her surprise, her wings come to life when she finds herself fighting against an evil spirit set on destroying a man’s life. By pure instinct and a special light within her, she saves his life and is flung into a whole new world. Suddenly, she’s an angeline, a hybrid human/angel, and she’s part of a team of warriors who need to save the city of Boston. And they’re all depending on her, as she’s the only one with wings.
But is Essa ready for the evil that awaits her? And can she really fight a battle when her heart is filled with pain?
“We’re all angelines.”
None of them had wings. Was this some type of joke?
“I don’t understand.” I felt a strong surge of anger for no reason. Well, there must have been a reason. Maybe I hated that none of them had wings. It galled me that they didn’t feel the pain that sat in the center of my gut with every step I took.
“Our wings are in remission.”
Was this a type of cancer? Remission? Maybe they’d gotten over their grieving period like I did after a while. Still, what exactly did they mean? “Get to the point,” I said.
“Look, I can understand your anger. There’s a lot to take in.”
Tahullah moved away from behind the desk and came to me. She held out her hand for me to take. I stared at it. I didn’t like affection from women. It didn’t feel right. Especially seeing my mom had been affectionate but then left without even a goodbye. I looked into her eyes. The brilliant blue sparkled with tears. “You’re hurting,” she added. “We’ve all been there.”
I looked at Skythe and Cornelia. Their faces showed kindness, even Cornelia’s. I didn’t even bother to glance at Golde as I could feel the hatred coming off him in waves.
“There are about ten of us in the States. The four of us are in Boston at the moment because there’s a lot of spiritual activity here.” She shook her head and looked away. Skythe fingered his sword. I sensed the seriousness of the situation, but I needed more personal answers before I asked what she meant by spiritual activity.
“What’s an angeline?”
“We’re hybrid,” Tahullah said. “Half angel, half human.”
Kathy lives in South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool and bugs thrive. She writes romance in many forms, most of the time with women who feel deeply, men who care strongly and characters who learn lessons along the way. Every so often, she sprinkles a little magic in her stories. When she’s not writing, she makes sure her kids work hard as they do school at home, tries not to get too distracted by dust bunnies and cooks up a storm to keep the tummies full. When she’s not hectically busy, she loves reading romance and fantasy novels, watching movies, and dabbling in different crafty things, depending on her mood.
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