Fallen to Grace (Celestial Downfall Book 1) by A.J. Flowers

Author:A.J. Flowers [Flowers, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.J. Flowers
Published: 2016-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

And so Azrael slept, fitful dreams plaguing an otherwise peaceful rest. She would awake groggily for a few moments, only to glimpse a sleeping Mita or a hovering Gabriel. And then she would fall back into unconsciousness once again. It felt like a night that would never end, a sleep that never bade restfulness. Azrael ached from head to toe, and every part of her desperately called out for relief.

Azrael didn’t know if it was the trauma to her body, or a realization of what she had encountered, but death undoubtedly knocked at her door. Azrael refused to answer. Now, it watched her constantly, leaving a stench in the room that would linger.

The dreams were fleeting, always how dreams are. But in that moment, so real and intense. Memories transformed into ethereal sensations of her subconscious.

As if once again on the Hallowed’s table, the scorch of Light wound across her body and dove straight for her soul. The feminine voice goaded a reaction. The ethereal being beckoned and pushed until Azrael would cry out in rage. Then it would all go black, save for one sparkling light in the distance. It was the Queen. But she was nothing but a speck, a reminder that she was there, only if Azrael made the effort to reach her. Whenever Azrael got close, the Queen’s face painted with worry before she vanished, and Azrael was once again left alone in the blackened abyss.

Those were the moments Azrael feared the most. The Light was mocking, searing and vengeful. But the Dark was worse. It was cold and dangerous. It haunted and frightened Azrael. She’d open her eyes wide, but she could see nothing. Every corner was too dark to cast a shadow; every space was filled with a seeping void. Even though she was cold and lonely, there was a presence that promised companionship and relief. Yet the pit of her stomach roiled with fear. Azrael mindlessly rolled into a ball and grabbed her ankles, pulling her knees close to her chest.

This was a world between the nightmares. Something that filled the silence with a deafening low tone...an endless drone of lamentation. While Azrael refused to embrace it, she added her own cry to its song. She bemoaned for her soul.

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