By Karyn Henley
The stranger’s cloak had fallen again, and with it, a protracted, white, blood-stained wing. When Melaia, a tender priestess, witnesses the grotesque homicide of a stranger within the temple courtyard, age-old legends recited in tune all at once come to lifestyles. She discovers wings at the stranger, and the assassin takes the form of either a hawk and a guy. Angels. Shape-shifters. Myths and stories—until now. Melaia unearths herself in the course of a blood feud among immortal brothers who destroyed the stairway to heaven, stranding angels within the earthly realm. while Melaia turns into a objective, she reveals shelter with a band of angels trying to restoration the stairway. however the recovery is most unlikely with no settling an historic debt—the “breath of angel, blood of man,” a money that comprises Melaia’s middle, soul, and future.
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He shrugged. “Some people skilled in the dark arts mix oil and water in a scrying glass, a clear jar. ” The kingsman loosed the cords, and the bird flapped up to join its companion. ” The kingsman eyed her for so long that she wanted to look away, but she was determined not to back down. He didn’t appear angry, just pensive. At last he said, “As priestess, you may have been taught to speak your mind boldly, but you’ve asked a dangerous question. ” He nudged his horse and trotted ahead. Melaia, her face hot, looked back longingly toward Navia.
The scratch came at the window. Then a sharp click, and the lattice silently swung open to reveal a thick silhouette against the airy darkness of the night.
Warm and thrumming, it soothed her soul. But she didn’t allow herself sleep until Trevin returned and she was certain he meant to settle himself at the door. She awoke shivering with cold. The night was dim, only soft charcoal moonlight drifting through the latticework. She tucked her cloak tighter around her feet and drew the harp closer. Animal sounds and smells permeated the night air, and scratching sounded at the outside wall. It stopped, started again, stopped again. Rats? She curled her toes.