Book Review: Chubby Wubbles by M.J. Abrams



Title: Chubby Wubbles: A Ferret’s Tale

Author: M.J. Abrams

Release Date: 29 December 2011

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A delightful story about the adventures of a young man and a mischievous ferret awaits in Chubby Wubbles!

This vibrant picture book tells a compelling story about the bond that develops between them. As the story unfolds, their loneliness leads to a fateful meeting and a growing friendship. Together they embark on an exciting journey that progresses with lots of humor, fun, and unexpected drama along the way. Chubby Wubbles will warm the hearts of children everywhere!

There are lessons to be learned, and this is a story that will teach valuable lessons about trust and friendship.

Anyone who owns a ferret can relate to this book. It gives insight into a ferret’s personality, and why they make such wonderful pets.

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After being an observer and non-pet owner, I was thrown into the mix because my son was leaving and I couldn’t bear the thought of him having to give up his pet ferret to someone else. Since I’ve grown so attached to this lovable critter, I agreed to take care of him while he was away. Because of the many experiences my son has had with this adorably sweet animal, I decided to write a children’s book based on a true story about their adventures and misadventures.

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Book Blitz: Scarlet Flow by Elizabeth Clayton

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CoverTitle: Scarlet Flow

Author: Elizabeth Clayton

Release Date: 26 October 2012

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The small volume of verse, Scarlet Flow, is a selected record of one decade of the author’s thoughts, which celebrates the value of beauty, perceived, whether in painful or more pleasant circumstances, of the past but also that in the moment, spontaneously; these two portions of our lives are seen to flow into each other, giving the wisdoms necessary for the sustenance of a healthy self. No perceptive experience is too small or grand, neither positive or too negative to be included into what becomes a cathartic record as much as a worded picture, illustrated, of the feast of life: the past is, because it was, and the moment is a celebratory journey in itself. Therefore, a memory of the childish pleasantry of playing marbles with brothers or catching back the residual beauty of a past relationship allows the flow of one’s life to become a record and a release toward a good peace.

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Book Blitz: 3 Sprites and a Bed by Sandra C Addis


CoverTitle: 3 Sprites and a Bed

Author: Sandra C Addis

Release Date: 22 May 2015

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This fairy tale is about Emily who discovers that the three Sprites dance, fly, talk, sing, and play. This discovery occurs at Castle Antiques. The three musical Sprites are detachable wooden carvings in niches of the bed’s headboard.

A spell has been placed on the Sprites by Aqua Woman from another planet and galaxy. Once someone discovers the secret of the Sprites’ bed, this person must own the bed a year from that date. Otherwise, the 3 Sprites become solid wood forever.

Emily becomes the person who must help the three Sprites. She cannot tell anyone about the dilemma. Complications arise, so the task of owning a $3,000 bed is a huge problem for Emily, since she is only fifteen years old.

Aqua woman eventually gives the three Sprites another option to cancel the spell.

They must name the planet she is from. Aqua Woman chants a few lines of nonsense in whispers. After many months of anguish and worry, there is a happy ending.

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Sandra C. Addis is a widow, mother, and gran. Sandra retired from teaching elementary school after thirty-three years. She loves dramatics and has done much in this field. Sandra enjoys the beach, reading, writing, and traveling. God and her family are most important in her life. Sandra lives in Strasburg, Pennsylvania, with her adorable Cockapoo, Molly.

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Book Blitz: Dear Mom and Dad: You Don’t Know Me, But… by Georgia Lee McGowen

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Author: Georgia Lee McGowen 

Release Date: 3 July 2012

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Much has been written both about and by people who feel they were assigned the wrong body at conception, exploring the struggles and too often the tragedies that result from that mismatch of nature. Very little has been written, however, to chronicle the lifelong struggle of people to understand and come to terms with two distinct sets of emotions, one male and one female – a single soul, at times divided, at times united, by two clearly identifiable spirits.

Dear Mom and Dad: You Don’t Know Me, But … traces the life of George through the eyes of Georgia, the female half of their soul, from early childhood in the post war Texas oil fields through the innocence of his early school years in northeastern Oklahoma. With the onset of puberty, Georgia watches the omnipresent feeling of not being normal cast a destructive pall over nearly everything George attempts. After the collapse of his lifelong dream, George begins again with hopes, new dreams and the love they’ve both longed for. Georgia finally emerges, but understanding her part in their soul comes slowly and is complicated by a tragedy of profound proportion.

Dear Mom and Dad considers the ultimate understanding of God’s will for both George and Georgia and its unusual conclusion, sharing a story of struggle and self-acceptance.

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Georgia McGowen spent thirty years in George’s subconscious while they both struggled to understand the meaning of their dual nature and another twenty-five years learning to live with their distinct differences. They are retired together as Georgia in Mesa, AZ

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Book Blitz: The Tale of Tumeleng by Ryke Leigh Douglas


CoverTitle: The Tale of Tumeleng

Author: Ryke Leigh Douglas

Release Date: 18 July 2014

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“Will the baby elephant, Tumeleng listen to the warnings of her parents, Ayanna and Jabari?
Or will her curious nature lead her into unexpected and dangerous situations?”

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Author, Ryke Leigh Douglas is a veteran educator devoted to helping children discover the joy of reading and the magic of books. She holds an M.A. as a reading specialist from Kutztown University in Pennsylvania. Ms. Douglas strives to provide parents and teachers with entertaining stories that lend themselves to nurturing positive attitudes, good character traits, and creative thinking. When she isn’t writing Ms. Douglas enjoys visiting schools, museums, libraries and early learning centers to share her stories and encourage children to develop their own writing skills with a program she developed entitled The Writer’s Tool Box.

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Addictarium by Nicole D’Settemi

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Author: Nicole D’Settemi

Release Date: 1 September 2016

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Drugs. Sex. Detox. Art. Recovery. Prostitution. Music. Street life. Poetry. Toxic love. And, those are just on the surface. The layers and complexities of Addictarium will shock and enthrall you…

When wild-child, and south Florida escapee, Danielle Martino finds herself curled in a ball on the cold tile floors of her filthy rank bathroom in the tiny studio she rents with her fiancé and partner-in-crime, she knows it’s time to quit abusing heroin. Severely impaired from shooting a bad batch of black tar heroin, and already partially blind from the infection that the muddy poison has caused, she is forced to hitch a greyhound bus to New York City, and to abandon her care-free, American-bohemian, drug infested life-style.
Hailed everywhere as a beautiful, unique, honest, raw and poetic account of recovery, Addictarium takes readers on a compelling journey through the life and eyes of the narrator; a creative, nomadic, deep–but, incidentally broken–young woman, and underlines the contributing factors to what it’s really like to suffer from addiction. With magnificent candor–and sometimes emotionally crippling descriptions–we witness Danielle’s fight towards recovery from more than just heroin, as Addictarium brings the readers on a fascinating and harrowing, brutal tale of a young women’s recovery from total and mass self-destruction.
–Addictarium highlights in the starkest of lights, why it is so difficult for addicts to receive the recovery they seek, when they finally do decide to put the drug down.

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Author Nicole D’Settēmi is a 33 year old writer, currently living in upstate New York. She has lived in five regions nationally, including South Florida and New York City. She has always been a self-described “poetic, nomadic, creative soul,” and is an enthusiast of a variety of artistic mediums, but considers writing her number one form of art, and feels everything else is just an extension of that passion and creative outlet.
Nicole was raised in Niagara Falls, a tiny town bordering Canada, and can remember being as young as six, when writing her first lyrical, and philosophical poems. She also points out being selected at 6, for the “Young Authors Club,” which was a city-wide project.
Nicole won two city-wide essay contests between the ages 9-11, which was when she received her first typewriter and then she started a fan-club and newsletter for her childhood hero, as well as penning letters to over 30 pen-pals internationally.
Though Nicole (who was an honor student) rebelled by 15, and was incidentally expelled from school, she still wrote habitually. She once showed her “alternative-school” teacher a poem titled: “That’s Life,” which she penned at 14. He was so impressed with the piece; he had it faxed to every school in the city.
At 16 Nicole was uprooted from her small town and moved to Boca Raton, where she felt displaced and started to deal with depression. Hereditarily, mental illness and substance abuse ran rapid in her family tree, and by 20 she experimented with a plethora of chemical substances. By 23, she became addicted to shooting heroin, and was engaged to her co-conspirator and partner-in-crime. She attended an art school for photo journalism, but withdrew half-way through the year, due to a devastating addiction to injecting various drugs.
Addictarium was written while she spent two years in a therapeutic community for seriously addicted, and mentally ill, patrons. The author outlines her experiences, including the tale of losing her eyesight due to shooting a poisoned bag of heroin, which is when she was forced to hitch a greyhound bus from South Florida to Manhattan, and after several weeks of surgeries, was admitted to Daytop Village for long-term treatment, and drug addiction recovery. The book outlines many of the experiences

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Book Tour: Love Magic by Lilith Dorsey



Title: Love Magic: Over 250 Spells and Potions for Getting it, Keeping it and Making it Last

Author: Lilith Dorsey

Release Date: 1 December 2016

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This is really “the big little book of love magic.” Magical maven Lilith Dorsey has packed into this fun, informative, and practical book over 250 spells, potions, rituals, and recipes devoted to all facets of love and sex.

Based on years of magical experience and prodigious research, this book includes sections on such topics as self-love, marriage, fertility, erotic adventures, the ethics of love magic and more. The spells are drawn from a wide diversity of magical traditions and focus on equally diverse situations. There are spells for finding love, keeping love, and healing yourself so that you are ready for love. The book also includes rituals for invoking goddesses of love. Lilith Dorsey considers and discusses all facets of the romantic experience.

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Lilith Dorsey M.A., hails from many different magickal traditions, including Celtic, Afro-Caribbean, and Native American spirituality. Her traditional education focused on Plant Science, Anthropology, and Film at the University of R.I., New York University and the University of London, and her magickal training includes numerous initiations in Santeria, Vodoun, and New Orleans Voodoo.

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Title: Affliction 

Author: Marilee Brothers

Series: Soul Seeker #1

Release Date: 29 February 2016

Publisher: Wild Rose Press

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Twenty-two year old Honor Melanie (Mel) Sullivan has an affliction. Due to childhood trauma and inappropriate social behavior, she is diagnosed with Aspergers, a form of autism. But, Mel knows Aspergers is not her true affliction. She prefers not to gaze into a person’s eyes because she is a soul reader, and what she sees can be frightening. It can also get Mel into trouble.

After a brush with the law, Mel leaves her family home in Southern California and travels to Oregon where she meets Harley-Davidson riding William McCarty (Billy the Kid) and stumbles upon a human trafficking/baby-selling scheme involving a foreign girl from Kazakhstan and others. Even though Mel’s life is in danger, she won’t stop until she finds the answers that will help those unable to help themselves.

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His cheek scrapes across mine, his mouth just inches from my lips.

“Look at me, Minnie,” he whispers. “Tell me what you see.”

I lift my gaze and stare into his eyes, fully expecting to see my own face, possibly streaked with bits of sticky syrup and framed with flattened helmet hair. Nothing scary. Just something I’d rather not experience right now. But someone changed the channel.

My breath hitches in my chest. “Fire,” I say. “I see a smoldering fire.”

Billy’s mouth grazes my cheek. “Smoldering, huh? Let’s make it burn hotter.”

His lips touch mine, tentative at first, until I wrap my arms around his neck and try to climb inside his skin. He deepens the kiss, his silky tongue slipping into my mouth. I’m transported to another place. My world consists of all things tactile. The sound of our breathing. The smell of his leather jacket. The warmth of his body against mine. The softness of his lips. The heat spiraling through my body like wildfire. More. I want more.

I’m brought back to earth by the sound of a honking horn and a raucous shout, “Hey, you two, get a room!”

Embarrassed, I push away from Billy and stare at the ground, trying to get my breathing under control. Billy grabs my hand and kisses the back of it like an errant knight wooing a fair maiden. This strikes me as hilarious and I snort laugh. Also embarrassing.

Billy releases my hand and tilts my chin back. “I’m not leaving until you look at me one more time. I promise you, it’s safe.”

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Are you ready for something unique? I both enjoyed and ddn’t the book. it was hard to start and get into it, but after chapter 3 or 4 i couldn’t put it down. it is a clever blend of mystery, romance and an aspect of supernatural for a good measure. Mel is an ineterstting character to read about. She’s a bit of a “hero” material with her attitude to fix the world.


Truth be told, i was waiting for more supernatural. the plot and the blurb: “Lie to a soul seeker, live to regret it” got me really interested in the book, but i got more f ther gnres. However, try the book for yourslef, maybe you’ll love it more then I did!


~ About the Author ~

Marilee Brothers is a former teacher, coach, counselor and the author of ten Marilee0708hbooks. Marilee and her husband are the parents of three grown sons and live in central Washington State. After writing six young adult books, Marilee is once again writing romantic suspense for the adult market. She loves hearing from people who have read her books. Feel free to contact her at Website  and sign up for her newsletter The Obsessive Page Turner. Her author page on Facebook is: and she occasionally tweets @MarileeB. Check out Marilee’s Amazon page here

Marilee’s blog is Book Blather, where she features aspiring and published authors as well as some tidbits of her own.

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Series: Unbidden Magic 

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MOONSTONE A Fictionwise Fantasy bestseller Young Adult A sickly mom. A tiny house trailer. High school bullies and snarky drama queens. Bad-guy dudes with charming smiles. Allie has problems. And then there’s that whole thing about fulfilling a magical prophecy and saving the world from evil. Geez. Welcome to the sad, funny, sometimes-scary world of fifteen-year-old Allie Emerson, who’s struggling to keep her and her mom’s act together in the small-town world of Peacock Flats, Washington. An electrical zap from a TV antenna sets off Allie’s weird psychic powers. The next thing she knows she’s being visited by a hippy-dippy guardian angel, and then her mysterious neighbor, the town “witch,” gives her an incredible moonstone pendant that has powers only a good-hearted “Star Seeker” is meant to command. “Who, me?” is Allie’s first reaction. But as sinister events begin to unfold, Allie realizes she’s got a destiny to live up to. If she can just survive everyday life, in the meantime.

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Giveaway: In Defense of Knowing by Charles Mahoney


Title: In Defence of Knowing

Author: Charles Mahoney

Release Date (for author’s newsletter readers): 23 January 2017

Official release date: 28 January 2017




One dedicated youth pastor will soon know the reason why

Shortly after relocating his family to the sweet tea-obsessed town of Sumlyn, Missouri, things start to unravel for a dedicated youth pastor. Hawes Trainor has always gone where he’s called without question. And the move to a satellite church from Newhall, CA is no different save for the well-being of his young daughter, Danielle. Affectionately called “D” by her dad, the twelve-year-old soon lands in the local hospital under the watchful eye of the mysterious Dr. Grove. For Hawes and his school teacher wife, Angela, the situation soon spins out of control. He may call the shots, but Angela was nearly selected for the Space Shuttle Challenger, coming within only a few teachers of the fateful mission. She has dreams of her own, yet must put them aside to figure out why D isn’t coming out of the hospital. It’s the end of 1985 and the Challenger is getting closer to launch. Will it be one disaster after the next for the youth pastor of unshakable faith? Read In Defense of Knowing by Charles Mahoney and travel back thirty years to when Ronald Reagan was President and there was still a Cold War going on. Experience good versus evil in this “absolutely chilling” tale from one of the most inventive novelists working today.

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author pic.jpgCharles Mahoney debuted in 2014 with the publication of his first novel, Story of The Ghost. Ranked high on several reader lists, it’s a contemporary piece of literature in which an athletic teenage boy struggles to overcome loneliness and an escaped prisoner’s lust for fame as he fields a one-player football team for a Native American school in the Sonoran Desert. His second novel is the investigative thriller The Gray Hound, and is currently available along with Story of The Ghost on Amazon.

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Book Tour: Archangel: Love by YL Parker

Title: Archangel Love

Author: YL Parker

Series: Archangel #1

Release Date: 5 June 2016

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Diana Deluna comes to Rome to finish her last year in high school at St. Clare’s High. Diana’s father is called to investigate the disappearance of The Shroud of Turin from a museum in central Rome. The archangel Michael has taken the image of a man and tracked the shroud and other ancient relics to the shores of Italy. Michael stumbles upon one of several keys that have opened the cells to some of the most dangerous dark archangels of all time. Michael summons the seven archangels of light to help him bring the fallen he imprisoned back to justice. Michael saves Diana from a demonic attack. Diana Deluna finds herself in a world of angels and demons forced to survive while loving a man who isn’t human. 

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Chapter 1

Great War sparked in heaven across all tiers of the realm at once. The fallen archangels severed their ties, broke ranks and turned on the others.  They led the rebellion and it swept like wildfire. Battalions of dark angels were determined to take power from the Father, abandoned their posts, and stormed the great castle in the sky. The dark archangels took over the dark angels, watchers, and the demons. They ultimately drove a splinter between the angels within all ranks. The first battle ignited so quickly and repeated every minute of time ever since. Michael the chief of all the archangels arrived the enemy weakened and their ranks decimated. He was a most valiant warrior, prince of the heavenly palace, defender of all that was invisible and indivisible. The fallen archangels and the lower angels were quickly identified. The angels and archangels of light did all to protect the palace, and the realm in all times.

The dark foes got as far as the gardens outside the castle. The other fallen angels fought back. Michael, chief of all the archangels took all of the angels he found and fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought them back.  The dragon glowed in the sky. It was a black body trimmed in crimson light.

Michael drove them to Heaven’s Endone of many realms in their sky kingdom. Once outside the castle, Michael hunted them down like dogs. Lucifer was stripped of his wings and title from the moment that he fell. He took the dragon for his avatar on that day and every day since. Lucifer took to the earth with all his angels, never to return. He had many shapes and many names but he was too many known as Satan. They created sin and sought to this day to destroy man. Satan fell to the ground. The dark angels and archangels were stripped of their powers at Heaven’s End.

Heaven’s End was the gate between heaven and earth. It was close to some of the highest mountains on earth.  There as an invisible barrier between the ceilings of earth that was colored like the blackest night. They fought, escaped, and hid clinging against the layers of the atmospheres for eons. Michael prevailed against all of them over and over again. But they disappeared one by one with every fight.

The angels fell like stars that day, and losing their light.  They held on with all their might in battle after battle at the plain between heaven and earth. The dark archangels gained all that was evil. It became their friend and with all their light, the powers given to them also vanished and they were left with what they could forge from Cimmerian shade, fire and the dark arts. Those who were against them would always be against them. However, Michael the chief archangel would stand between nightfall and light.

The general and the armies that he commanded outnumbered them in the millions and drove them into the hills beyond First Heaven right outside the castle gates. First Heaven was nothing but rainbows and unicorns and their Queen lived there, Mary was her name.  He marched in front of a row of angels that followed at his command at First Heaven’s gate. The city of All That Lie in Between was on the right and the castle gates were on the left beside All That Lie in Between. All That Lie in Between was a never-ending city with blinking lights. It was a working city that never slept, in a parallel world between heaven and earth, separated by an invisible wall. They worked day and night at their jobs to keep the universe safe.

The regiment marched past the waterfalls. The water flushed down a circle and bounced off a ring of paradise. There was an everlasting rainbow that formed in the crater on a sunny day and the sun in this dimension was everlasting. They desperately looked for an exit. All of the portals were covered with more portals inside of them. He finally found one at the steps of No Return. The steps went on forever. Water slowly washed over the steps to slow time. Michael led the way as a regiment of his army followed him. The roaring water held them despite its power at times it looked still. They landed at the edge of a murky puddle.

Michael’s Pegasus, Spade knew its home was in sight. The beast had marbled eyes, shiny dark fur, wings, and a main trimmed in gray hair. No Return was a tropical terrain and home to all the Pegasus that lived amongst the waterfalls and rainbows. The sea foam water plunged down a slope at No Return that was over four feet wide. The water bounced up against the largest boulder in view. No Return was very beautiful, unlike its name suggested. The trees on the edges were dark green. The boulders were sculpted in dark gray granite. They were treacherous yet beautiful. Michael scanned the edge for the water. Spade galloped through and on top of the clouds. Michael halted Spade then looked to his left. He saw the circular boundaries of Heaven’s End to his right and No Return to his left.

“Have you found them?” Michael asked Raphael.

“No, “said Raphael. Raphael had a beard and a large purple angel tattooed on his neck with a pale complexion throughout. Raphael’s short brown hair tousled from the wind and sweat.

“Secure Heaven’s End. Take a fleet of chariots and six regiments to the rear…”Michael ordered. Michael squinted with his dark brown eyes and sighed under his breath. His dark brown hair fluttered against his brow. Gabriel the tracker, and the messenger sat on his steed beside Michael with his eyes closed. Gabriel searched throughout the cosmos for a way out an end the pestilence that set upon them, but there was none. If there were a solution, Gabriel would find it. Gabriel suddenly opened his eyes.

“General, Sariel, Ramiel, and Ragule, are all uncounted for,” Gabriel said before Michael could continue. Gabriel’s eyes were deep blue. He was pale with shoulder length sandy blonde hair that stopped at his shoulders. Raphael galloped up. He was distracted by the bodies stacked one on top of the other. Raphael’s eyes glanced at the wounded beyond. They littered amongst the black clouds that mixed and rolled like fog. Their skulls cracked, and their spines torn from their bodies and light ripped from a lantern. Raphael swayed. His face was astonished, shocked, and never saw such carnage amongst his own. The white body was difficult to fix. It was slightly easier to repair than the human body. The palace doctor saw clear through the bone. It was no use and the soldier withered away within his grasp. These were his warriors the finest of the dominion. The dominion noble winced and folded back on his knees. Raphael moved to pet Shadow. It was named Shadow because the mammal moved in ways opposite of light. Raphael stood and Michael anticipated his thought as Raphael hoisted himself up on the grey winged horse.

“Doctor, we must save our energies for the living… The palace physician is needed elsewhere,” Michael said. Raphael steadied the Pegasus, Shadow and swept the bodies with one small glance. Raphael smirked but Michael was right these angels would live or die as the Father’s will. It was beyond his control. Raphael’s blue eyes widened, the mechanical grip from his gauntlets tightened on the reigns, and steered his steed. The animal launched then sped beyond light into the clouds to Heaven’s End. Raphael arrived in the sky between dimensions. He bounced from cloud to cloud like a chess player, but it was a deadly game in the sky. The animal arrived on the peak of a mountain, and Raphael waited while a sea of clouds rolled across their feet. Only satellites hovered in these heights with them, but the humans could not see them. Dark archangels appeared in and out of time cloaked as bright lights. Gabriel followed Raphael. The bulk of Michael’s force had arrived at No Return.

The general looked from the left to right sides of the lines as he rode along sizing up his force. His heart pounded but he held his anger his closed fist before he released it to halt the troops behind him. The chief archangel looked to the sky and one dark horse appeared on his flank behind the highest mountain in heaven. He could see it instantly even though it was miles away. They turned their energies to the underworld and the occult. Angels fell from all the ranks in heaven. Michael gave them a choice to follow him, the Father, or to fall. His eyes glowed, lit up like a Christmas tree, and he was ready.

In the last battle, Michael lost many of his troops. He was the only seraphim capable of waging a war of this magnitude. This battle was the key to all battles and would repeat for every day since in the hearts of man in song and legend. The general was charged to lead them all. The Powers were the Father’s most lethal fighting force, and they outnumbered all the angels, and they answered only to Michael’s command. The angels sang as they defended their kingdom in between minutes and eons.

Spade pawed the ground with its hoof. It was stealth and appeared on the enemy undetected. Then without a moment’s notice, angels fell in slow motion to its left and its right. Michael clashed with the living and the dead on his black Pegasus Spade. The animal drove forward and kept with the pace. The unicorn was a distant cousin to the Pegasus. This particular unicorn was all black with deep purple irises. It was one of a kind. Both creatures bred specifically to serve the archangel corp. The horn on its head was in the shape of a stone chiseled blade. The beast also had grey hair. It turned to its Pegasus companion and snorted then both animals quieted.


The angel’s body was a white body. The white body was the equivalent to the soul for angels. It was pure light that was all-powerful. It was forged in the depths of the universe counter to the black body. The black body was made of chromium, nickel and cobalt mixed oxides. The black body was camouflaged. It could absorb and reflect radar energies. It absorbed light and created a radar heater. It glowed with an internal lamp nickel and phosphorus. It was super black. The black body hid and stored energy from the photosphere. The brutes thrived in obsidian and their time was space time. Once at full power the betrayers were like vacuums and needed to absorb or create energy. They cut off the light between heaven and earth.

The white bodies and the black bodies were on the battlefield mixed together. Raphael and Gabriel were surprised at what they saw. Michael turned away not bewildered at what lay before him. The bodies of their brethren were sprawled across the land. Their necks were cracked and their bodies twisted and left for dead. Their spines ripped from their bodies left and stacked on top of each other to one side. Their bodies and legs bent and scattered in a nearby pool. The pool turned black from day old blood mingled with the scent of death. Its gauntlet was and torn from its contorted body.

The chief archangel jumped down past the heavens and landed on solid clay rock. He aimed his gauntlet up into the sky and tuned it with his other hand so the gauntlet moved clock wise. The general closed the clouds and the dimensions locked. He looked around and recognized the desolate dry place where night ruled the day. It was Mount Herman. He sighed in relief then turned to his duty the scavengers beyond his reach. Michael stood for a moment locked in a gaze with the horse. The horse was Suriel. Michael looked to his right and beheld a vulture that sat on a rock, waiting. It could be anyone of the dark archangels that deceived him that day. The general searched his jaw was, drawn, squared as if chiseled with the strength of on sole muscle.

Then a flock of crows landed on the ground to his left and he identified Uzza and Ariel.  The chief quickly turned from them sizing up the scene. The chief archangel growled looking around. If they thought to surround the general they would be disappointed. Michael could see the path they had chosen now. The general looked back to the horse. The dark horse darted forward then snorted. His angels looked at it, distracted, and then thousands upon thousands of dark angels appeared, surrounding them, and that was when it started. Michael shouted orders time after time until his forces drove them away. The dark angels sought refuge in the highest, the most barren caves they could find, and slithered about in these holes for eons.


Mount Herman was a giant chiseled mountain made of stone and was the highest peak on earth. It touched the heavens. Mount Herman sat beyond them cloaked from the real world, yet these giant mountains were only known in the spiritual world. It was made of pure white stone and reached from the base of the earth to the tip of First Heaven. Its beauty set it apart from all of the mountains in all the realms. In the sunlight it sparkled of pearl and ivory. It was made of the hardest purest granite of the entire universe. Warfare had raged there for centuries and it was one of many doors to earth.

Michael calculated one third of his angels were gone. As many as forty archangels teetered between salvation and ruin. The general saved as many as he could and gave the rest the choice of heaven or hell. Instead of making a decision, they hid amongst the heavens but something else blocked his sight. Michael followed them through all times looking for them, spent the greater part of his time searching for them, and his time was infinite. Seven of the dark archangels fell, yet three of them were within his sights on Terra, but where? They scattered like vermin throughout the earth.

The air trembled, and then the water to the left lay still. Beyond the beach rose land covered in granite rocks and pebbles of all sizes. They shifted and wavered as the beings appeared. They stood before him one by one as shadows, morphed into the shape of angels. Michael ran to a nearby mountain, aware they were following him. They moved slowly like ghosts anchored in one dimension, yet easily seen in another. The chief archangel turned to face them as he armored up and lit his sword. He rolled it into a spear then lunged into them as they phased into time. Michael took on all seven of the dark ones alone. The archangel of light slammed into the earth, he rose from the dirt, and he looked from the left to the right with a gaze as bright as a flickering flame.

Michael grabbed the demon to his left, by the throat and brought it eye level. It wasn’t even an angel, let alone an archangel. He heard Samael’s laughter not far away. Laughter again and again each time higher and wicked than the last. This time Samael chuckled. Michael turned his head then ran to Samael’s position.

”You’re wasting your energy, chief,” he said with a wicked heckle. Michael grabbed Samael and threw him into a lake beside a nearby mountain then turned again. Ariel and Azeal slammed into his back. Michael twisted, and tossed, and Ariel was thrown on the ground. Then Michael scanned the area, three of them, but together would be no match for one chief archangel.

“Michael, Michael,” Samael hissed as master of distortion. Samael rose from the lake and attacked again, but Michael whirled his attackers into the side of the same mountain, and then dashed in pursuit. They disappeared before he got to them in the corner of the base of the mountain.

The small valley beneath the mountain range was thin and narrow. A few meters from the base, the ground on opposite sides was of mixed turf and black sand. The shadows of his foe competed with clouds near the peaks. It was prime real estate for colossal creatures like these, with egos that were even larger than life. Michael chased Azeal and Samael around the base of the mountain, but the pair dove into the darkness. Michael stopped and searched the darkness for them. Creatures of the underworld that they were, the darkness of caverns and volcanoes called to them. Samael moved at the speed of light into sight and drove his staff into Michael’s thigh. Michael grabbed the staff, pulled it out, and sent a wave of heat up to Samael’s arm. Samael let go of the staff and backed up, grunting.

They chuckled and hopped from peak to peak along the small range of mountains. Ariel favored one leg, but he was still nimble. The sky was now dark blue with smoky and light pink colored clouds. It was with the hue from a descending sun, which glared like a streetlight along the mountain base. The mountains themselves were a mix of light and brown; the color of the richest dirt on earth. A crow landed next to Michael. He recognized it as Ariel just before it flew up at his face. Michael morphed his armor to protect his eyes. The archangels were made of the best; gathering two or three from each type of angel in heaven. Ariel was a seraph, one of Michael’s own kin, and Seraphim could change into any creature they chose.

The clouds thickened and hovered together in a thick barrier closing out the sky. The valley and the base of the mountain had darkened, as had the low hills at the foot of the mountain that covered the scene for miles and miles. From the base of the rock to the north-west of the beach was a purple light with a pink and yellow hue. It bounced off the water while elsewhere the darkness of the impending night cloaked the ground and the grass as far as one could see.

Azeal recovered from behind the mountain. He ran toward Michael who turned and squared his shoulders in readiness. Then he stretched out across the ground and galloped on the ground like a four legged animal. Azeal launched into Michael through the air. Michael opened his helmet, and then he pulled it back over his face. He bent forward on the ground stretched out his arm and moved his fingers. It was as though Michael was bending and slowing time with the other hand clasped in the dirt. Azeal slammed into Michael with the force of two trucks weighing several ton. He felt the ground rattle beneath him. Michael took the blow and held his ground for a moment. Then he curled around the blind spot on the other side of the mountain.

Michael saw Azazel out of the corner of his eye, pulled off gauntlets then brought Azazel down with his light. The other archangels took off running into the wilderness. Michael still had Azazel, the dragon’s second lieutenant and one of the instigators that started it all. Before this time, even, farther back near the beginning, Azazel was expelled from the sky kingdom for making weapons and conspiring against the crown. These were the least of his crimes. It took Michael ages to find him, as his quarry always slipped from his reach. Azazel fled to earth. Michael pinned Azazel on the ground below his boot as he looked up and saw a bright star fall to the ground. The gold body descended to land softly, and Raphael walked out of the light. He hurled abeam into Azazel, then split the earth with his fist and Azazel fell into the gorge. Michael nodded and launched into the sky.

As many as twenty archangels were still at large and teetered between good and evil. They lost their power over time when they fell but something brought them here, linked them through worlds and times, and it was this dark object that called for Michael’s attention. When the dragon saw that he had been hurled to the earth; he hissed and vowed to pursue man and its descendants for all time and he slithered into the earth.

Michael lost them where he always lost them; they disappeared near Mount Ararat in the time of Noah.  The realm they created was never equal to what they had in heaven. Many of the archangels had scattered since that battle, some not knowing what to do with their powers and newfound freedom.

Mount Ararat was the same cluster of many large mountains that climbed from the sea. The cliffs housed early man, early beast, and early demons. The earth was beautiful then with oceans and cliffs and green pastures went on forever. Man ran wild learning, yet consumed with eating and breeding and later speaking, reading then writing. They looked to the stars and dreamed of the spiritual world and the unknown.

It was the watchers who taught the humans all of the dark arts known to earth and just some of the secrets of the mystical realms beyond Terra. There was enough evil contained in some of the treasure of knowledge to last them for lifetimes beyond this world. The weapon making, enchantments, Gnosticism and violence seemed infinite and it was Michael’s task to stop them before it would get worse.

Michael crashed onto the shores somewhere in Italy and with one glance he knew this ancient place. Michael pried off both his gauntlets and wiped the wet sand from his brow and beard. His legs felt weak, so he fell to his knees, and then looked about for his helmet, which had come off during the long fall. His eyes glowed, star-like, his focus was odd, so he closed them then shook his head to get a better sense of his surroundings.  The last thing he remembered was Sariel in one hand and Ramiel in the other. This was how time always repeated itself but not this day. The tornadoes and winds blew out of control. The archangel of light braced himself for the light and fell backwards. The chief archangel dug one gauntlet into the sand and then the other to steady his torso. His eyes lit then turned dark brown. The general saw the stars shooting from the sky. The war was still on and the commander had lost control of it.

Michael opened his eyes again and sensed they had turned dark brown. That was better. He needed to look at this place with the eyes of a human. The general oriented himself, looked to his left along the shore, no more than a meter from the water. The chief archangel concentrated, but he had lost the signal the dark object that brought him here. In the distance was a very long sliver of land, perhaps a peninsula, boasting bright city lights that twinkled every second. The sky was aqua blue and the dark grey clouds swirled round the moon. The water was light blue in the waning light and to his left was a large brown rock that sparkled with copper infused in the fossilized rock with shells and starfish.

The sun was setting and the commander of all the archangels knew he didn’t have much time to accomplish his mission. Michael tried to get up, but his legs were still oddly weak. He sat back on the ground and rubbed more sand from his beard. But this would get him nowhere. Soon, the prince of the palace was on all fours with his hands in the sand, searching for the signal from the dark relic that led him to this location.

The archangel of light arched his back from exhaustion. An outline of purple and white wings glowed on his back beneath his skin. They were for propulsion, nothing more and they didn’t help him today when what he sought was on the earth. Michael shifted out of his armor to his second suit, white trimmed in silver. He looked to his hands and gloves morphed over his white glowing palms. He reached to his gold utility belt as he concentrated on slowing his breath and centering himself.

Each second of each minute he felt more and more lost and this weakened him more and more as the once valiant general amongst heaven’s ranks clung to the skin of this planet. Michael had followed a signal to earth once before, caught up in a time paradox, because his angel corps was out of sync that time. The general located his helmet easily, dragged it close to him and snapped it over his face. Then he staggered to his feet, his helmet covered his face and his battle armor extended over his golden suit, ready for the archangels of darkness to phase into this time period. The archangel of light could tell from technology and shape of the buildings in the distance that he was well past the year 2000.

The black marbled sky was quiet, but not for long. First there was a loud boom and then a thousand stars burst in the sky. The chief archangel saw it like a picture before him. These were his brethren, his kin, colleagues, not just stars in the sky. He read every star in the sky like a story, and every solar system like a book. It was like a collection of words that spoke to him. He knew every entity in the universe both near and far. Only Michael and the dominion knew this language. They were the managers of all angels. The stars marched in unison over the trees in the distance and fell to earth.

The sky turned light blue, and surely the humans noticed it. He didn’t have the power to turn the earth but time was another story. Michael was a zeitgeist or a time spirit. He spun his forefinger as if winding a clock to the precipice of dusk, teetering on night and day. The clouds swirled like a tornado to the sun. The archangel of light opened up the Milky Way and wound the wind with his hand. He pointed and moved his hand across the air, hoping to seal the rift to his left. The chief archangel opened his hands again, the clouds wouldn’t stop. The general pounded his fist in the sand again and then relaxed thinking he still could save the earth.  This was his Father’s world.

Michael squinted and looked again at the clouds. He aimed his far-reaching vision close to Rome. Michael smelled the smog from the city streets in the night air and knew he was not far from the city. The clouds above had grown dark and the sky yellowed. The clouds billowed aimlessly as if with no time and purpose. Yet Michael knew what it was. Something was coming to this time and place. It was a dark archangel, who would churn the skies, scorch the earth, raise the winds, and open a window to chaos.

Now he was alone. Now it was the time… the time he had fallen from the sky. A talisman fused with darkness and evil had brought him here, but why to this place? The objects held dark power and he would need to find his archangels to consolidate his ranks. The dreams and memories swirled around him and settled. The general was somewhere near Rome in the 21st Century. The chief archangel sat up, found the energy to rise slowly, morphed into a white suit and white shirt. Michael walked to the edge of the rushing water. The archangel stood watching as the water rushed back and forth against his feet. He turned to look up the sandy hill, then set off walking.

The sand poured into his shoes and the force of gravity tried to draw him back to the shore. Michael continued up to the peak of the hill and brushed past two thick green shrubs to the road towards the city. His short time on earth had weakened him, and the general would need Uriel to intensify his power until autumn. It was still summer, according to the mildness of the air, and Uriel’s time to shine bright. Gabriel was the archangel of winter and Raphael was the spring. There was interference from good as well as evil in the wind, so he went walking towards it near the city of Rome. Michael imagined what would happen when he found this particular dark object, which called to him and to every other angel. The dark archangels would not be far behind and vice versa. They were always drawn to their masters. Michael stood on the edge of the road not sure where to go next.

Michael walked for miles through path after path around the curve of the dusty small country road that intersected into one after another. It was a barren and desolate space in this part of Italy. The chief archangel brushed past the trees in the thick brush on either side of the enclosure made entirely of thick brush on either side. The spaces were small but still passable. Michael walked out of the brush with light emitting from the outside of his body and meters beyond to light his path. Then he emerged in his customary white suit.

The general stopped, stood, and ran his left hand through his wild brown hair. Then he looked up and saw Gabriel at the top of the hill. Gabriel walked along the street. He felt odd. He had been here on earth countless times. He always found a body that was close to the same look, usually the same build, and the same station in life. He stopped in front of the park bench. He wiped his eyes, and tried to get his bearings. He didn’t know where he was which was typical of the conversion process. He looked into his pockets. One was empty, and another with identification. The messenger looked at the card then felt his face. It felt strangely the same and familiar. He was a little spooked and stood. Michael paused in silence with his eyes drawn then closed them. The archangel tilted his head back slightly and ascended into the air. The avenging angel turning into a golden man, and then morphed into pure light to a place in the sky with the stars. Michael armored up and flew low the rest of the way to Rome.


 ~ About the Author ~

YL Parker was born and resides in  North Carolina. She has been a teacher for over 18 years.She was a Lecturer online at King Khalid University in Languages and Translations in 2013. She began working on her doctorate in Transformation Leadership. She is currently an engineering entrepreneur developing projects in energy, media, and healthcare. She has always loved stories ever since she was a young girl. She wrote screenplays for ten years and now has brought her storytelling to books. She has BA in English and a MA in Teaching and Learning with Technology. 

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~ Other Books by This Author ~

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Release Date: 14 March 2013

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This novel is set in San Juan County, Washington. Hillary Hermes was once the most feared alchemist of her time. She awakens in this time as Hillary Somers, her memory is gone, and all of her inherited powers are trapped inside the body of a frail, timid, teenager who’s filled with doubt. Time has transported her through the line of the Somers Witches.Lovers are caught in the war between vampires and wtiches.



Title: Don’t Make Me Angry

Release Date: 17 February 2013



A sheriff leaves her native Oklahoma to join the police force in big City Seattle. She uses her multiple personality to help her fight crime.

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