Angel Dust: Feathers and Fire Book 11 by Shayne Silvers

Author:Shayne Silvers [Silvers, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Argento Publishing
Published: 2021-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

18

I hadn’t noticed how chilly the temperature was at the Pearly Gates until it was replaced by the flame-throwing-sand-blaster temperature of the arid Sahara desert. “Welcome to the edge of the world, Raphael.”

The blistering sun bore down on us and my throat felt dry as dust. I lifted my scarf over my mouth to prevent chewing on sand, and I motioned Raphael to follow me towards a circle of separate tents covered by a camouflaged canopy that would theoretically conceal us from aerial surveillance—angel or human. But the Sahara desert was huge, and no one knew we were even here, so the risk was minimal.

Even with the patchy shade of the canopy, it was still hot as balls.

Sand dunes stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction but one, which was blocked by a swirling, inverted vortex of black, crystalline sand. Strangely enough, it made absolutely no noise, looking like a massive, hazy pyramid. It was rooted to one specific spot, and that was what had brought us here. The Divines had found it two days ago after Xuanwu and Starlight had scoured the astral plane in search of Sanguina or any other strange anomalies. This was why I had made a secret exit in the dome over Kansas City, so we could crack this particular chestnut.

Because I was pretty sure that Azazel and Samzaya were inside it. Unfortunately, the Divines hadn’t figured out how to get inside yet, and every camel test subject had been shredded in seconds.

I wondered how long it would take Raphael to notice the silent behemoth behind us.

One tent was loaded with supplies—water, clothing, armaments, first aid kits, foodstuffs, and cooking equipment. The other tents were sleeping quarters and a mess tent for eatings or meetings.

Three men were playing cards around a folding table outside the mess tent. A tall handsome man in a muscle-tank and linen pants rose up at our arrival and stared at us. He had the beginnings of a blonde beard and he wore black Ray-Ban sunglasses. I stared in confusion. “Cowabunga, Raph!” Lucky bellowed.

“Shut up, Mikey,” Raphael muttered in a familiar manner. Then he stiffened and stared at Lucky in confusion. “Michael?” he whispered. “I thought Uriel had killed you!”

Lucky peeled off his shades and grinned at Raphael. “I’m my own man now, brother, but I’ll always have my memories,” he said, tapping his temple.

He looked the same as when I had last seen him before his transformation—human. His long golden hair was tied back in a man-bun—probably the infraction that had gotten Lucifer sent to Hell in the first place—and he wore a bro-tank that said Jesusaurus Rex. His irises were now metallic yellow like molten gold rings.

I stared in disbelief. “You’re not a golden dragon!” I blurted.

“Three six’s,” Alucard drawled from the card table, more interested with their game than my arrival.

Lucky ignored my comment and spun towards Alucard with a triumphant laugh. “Go fish! That is literally the first time that phrase hasn’t pertained

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