Between Heaven and Hell
by David Burnett
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GENRE: Paranormal Romance
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BLURB:
When Adryel follows
Lucifer in his rebellion, she loses Ramael, the one she loves, and everything
else she holds dear. How can he still love her when, as the Mistress of Hell,
she has done more to thwart Adonai’s plan for humanity than all the other
fallen angels combined?
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Excerpt:
Adryel stood on the portico above the Great Gates, looking
into Palace Square. The gates rose almost ten meters above the last step in the
Grand Stairway and from her vantage point on the floor above, she could view
the crowd that carpeted the open square and spilled onto the steps of the buildings
on either side. Banners flew from the towers, trumpeters lined the palace
steps, and soldiers stood at parade rest beside the gates, their polished, gold
armor sparkling in the midday light.
The clock in the tower struck, and, as she watched, the procession
of the archangels emerged from the tall, gray Chancery building. Led by the
chancellor, himself, dressed in the silver robes of his office, it proceeded in
a straight line toward the Grand Stairway. Swinging his verge—a long, black,
silver-tipped staff—back and forth before him, the chancellor cleared a path
for the eight archangels and their aides, all of whom followed in single file.
Uriel, president of the Council of the Archangels, wearing a
golden robe trimmed in purple, led the group. Behind him strode Michael,
commander of the army. He was accompanied by Ramael, his aide and second in
command. Both wore robes of midnight blue. The red sash across Ramael’s chest
identified him as the superintendent of the city’s guard, and, seeing Ramael, Adryel
smiled. He looked quite handsome.
She started to raise her hand to wave, but thought better of
it. He likely would not see her even if she did.
Lucifer, attired in his black academic gown, a reminder that
he was dean of the Institute—the angelic college located in the southwest
quadrant of Celestial City—strutted across the square as if he owned it, giving
the impression that the others, archangels and spectators alike, were present
simply because he tolerated them.
Adryel’s heart was pounding. Even though it had been a
decade since she had witnessed the parade from the square itself, she could
sense the excitement of those who were there today.
Gabriel was clothed in pure, glistening white. Adonai’s
messenger, his movements were fluid and graceful, and he seemed to glide over
the pavement rather than walk across it like the others. Raphael wore a green
robe, Chamuel’s was pink, Jophiel’s, a pale yellow, and Zadkiel was attired in
violet. The colors reminded Adryel of the wild flowers in the meadow she passed
each morning as she left home.
The procession crept across the square, the archangels’
colorful robes contrasting vividly with the plain white ones of the ordinary
angels who moved aside to allow them to pass. From her perch high above, Adryel
imagined the line of archangels to be a multicolored caterpillar inching its
way through the tufts of a fluffy white towel. She chuckled at the thought. She
would have to remember to tell Ramael.
On this day the procession was for a specially convened meeting
of the Council of the Archangels—the group that governed the city and the
surrounding territories. No one in the square, including the archangels, knew
the reason for the meeting, and gossip ran rampant throughout the city.
Very interesting read. Will make you ponder on so much. This book will draw you in Christian or not. It will keep you reading and thinking as you go along. Great for perspective views of the way things are.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
We recently
moved to our new home near Charleston, South Carolina. Three of my four books
are set in Charleston, and I’ve always enjoyed the Carolina beaches. I now have
the opportunity to walk on the beach almost every day and to photography the
ocean, the sea birds, and the marshes that I love.
I love
photography, and I have photographed subjects as varied as prehistoric ruins on
the islands of Scotland, star trails, sea gulls, and a Native American powwow.
My wife and I have traveled widely in the United States and the United Kingdom.
During trips to Scotland, we visited Crathes Castle, the ancestral home of the
Burnett family near Aberdeen, and Kismul Castle on Barra, the home of my McNeil
ancestors.
I went to
school for much longer than I want to admit, and I have degrees in psychology
and education. In an “earlier life” I was director of research for our state’s
education department.
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