Stories that are magical.

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Sample 1: Opening sequence from the book

Archangel Michael entered the desert oasis on a ray of light that shone as brightly as the white hot glow of his sword when striking down evil. His intended targets were a small group of angels who leveraged atrocities against humans; they were Watchers. Their crimes of sharing magic, piety, and fornication upon humans were so egregious that there was no other choice. Because he operated on blast in his passions, that he felt so deeply, the disbursement of punishment cut deep into his own being as he drew the handle back. The four angels were decimated, turned into ash and smoke, and left disintegrated in the wind. 

  As the ash curled off, Michael in his grief, he knelt in the sands mourning as his allies comforted him. But after the ashes floated away they eventually rained down on a caravan of travelers, their human bodies were transformed, mutated, and ravaged and then the monsters were born.

Sample 2: Scion goes to Target

Scion is an immortal and was in prison for crimes against humanity. He escaped with some very special help after a hundred years. He left his jail naked and with nothing on his back, because for all those years he was stuck between life and death. This is a scene that literally when I read it I get a little teary in the scope of things. Scion is a very sympathetic and misunderstood supporting character from the book who ends up down a tricky mental health journey. It takes place about a week before Christmas in New York City.  

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It was the first signs of Winter in the city, a cold gray afternoon, thick clouds, and the gentle fall of snowflakes that mostly melted as soon as they hit the urban ground-scape. It was chilly, and people were back in the habit of wearing coats. But for one, none of those luxuries were available. Scion was restored to the beautiful, tall creature he was before it all went wrong. His encounter with the woman in the church, along with Michael’s help, restored him whole. He did find some oddly fitting pants and a shirt that were for a much shorter man, but he did what he could. 

  Scion saw the signs of Winter and was scared to be without shoes or something to stay warm, until he happened upon a department store. Not far from Trinity, at Greenwich and Park Place, Scion came upon a Target store. He peered in through the glass and saw a men’s clothing department, but he was looking for shoes. He stuck his hand into his pocket fishing out a wad of money, of which he had almost no context for. He had a five dollar bill and several ones. Was that enough? 

  With the money in his hand, Scion went inside and met the greeter who was stunned into silence when he came in. Scion was a mess and was wearing clothes he found in the garbage. The smell was an unsettling sourness that was shocking to the senses. 

  “Men’s shoes please?” he asked and the employee pointed toward the Men’s Department. “Thank you. I apologize for the way I look, but I am just returning from being gone a long time. I am going to do better.” Although he felt the need to explain himself, the employee could only nod and walk backward away from Scion until he left and went to find shoes. 

  All the shoes were out in boxes on a shelf and Scion found himself in a new quandary. What and how did the sizes listed apply to him? The largest size he found was a thirteen, so he opened it and matched it to the bottom of his naked foot and it was slightly too small. He was getting attention from all around he did not expect, including a lot of shoppers staring along with a member of store security. But then, Scion found a boot in size fourteen and it lined up much better. He sat on the floor and put one on, satisfied it was what he needed, but security closed in. 

  The security guard was young and shy about his duties, shuffling in to make his case why Scion had to leave the store. 

  “I have money, see.” Scion showed him. 

  “The shoes are forty-five dollars. You have nine from what I can see. Do you have more money?” the security guy asked and Scion’s expression flushed. He was so disappointed and pulled his foot out of the boot, prepared to give it back. It was the first time Scion saw how many people had gathered to see the spectacle. 

  “I will get more. I swear.” Security nodded against him and Scion gently put the box back. 

  Of the many eyes on him, the average Americans surrounding him in a circle, watching a person suffer, there was one man who thought it was awful. He looked like a college professor that just left a yoga class, but a scholarly looking man stepped out of the crowd staring down security: “What is wrong with you people? I’ll buy you those boots. Grab a bundle of socks too. C’mon, man, these people don’t understand what being a good person is all about. God sake, it’s almost Christmas. Do you need a coat?”

  Scion was intimidated how strongly the man came out in his defense, offering to purchase what he needed. Scion was so stunned he backed into the boot display jostling the whole cabinet. He grabbed the boots, a bag of socks, and a puffy jacket that was in reach and the man took Scion to the front of the store and paid for everything 

  “Oh, you are a tall pretty one, miss. What a nice jacket. Will that be cash or card?” Miss? 

  Scion was so grateful to a stranger and eagerly slipped the socks and boots on while sitting on the floor and as he stood to put on the coat, all those people were still there watching. The hero who bought everything was still there watching with a big smile on his face while the crowd stared like they were watching something surreal. 

  The crowd began clapping. It was another shocking layer of the moment, as Scion pulled the coat on unsure why he was the focus of their attention. His hero turned to face the crowd and took a small bow and all their eyes were focused on him. 

  “Some of us are just better people,” he said to anyone listening. Scion just watched as the crowd started folding back into the store, people walking with the hero, and Scion was left behind. 

  To his immediate left, the young security guy was looking up at him. 

  “Happy Holidays, sir.” 

  As Scion wandered out of the store better protected against the elements, he had to figure out what was next for him. There was a sense of betrayal from Enoch that would keep Scion from reaching out to his old friend. A century had passed without his magic, and he wondered if there was anything left in him. Scion looked up to the sky letting the cold flakes set on his face. But, then he saw a billboard that said: “Turn Diamonds into Gold” and smiled.