BY BRANDON GODBEE
Purchase Links
Sara's Review
But more than the fact it was an engaging and fast read, I really liked the characters. Through the story, there are flashbacks to events which go into more depth and add to the background of various characters, such as Omega himself. Beside him, I really liked Jophiel, and Damien as well. Although he comes along much later in the novel, the secondary character I grew to like the most was Uphir. For some reason, he just grabbed my attention.
I'm looking forward to reading the second book, as this one does on a sort of cliffhanger. I recommend this book to readers who like stories of angels and demons and the supernatural. My rating is 4/5 platypires.
Book Excerpt
CHAPTER 1
The Wyatts had struggled for months to conceive a child. It was something they had dreamed of since they first met: a home, a familyâ¦to be happy. Happiness gave way to worry after six months of trying without success.
Sarah Wyatt had visited a fertility clinic with her husband three months earlier; after much deliberation and a few fights, the Wyatts agreed to go to the clinic again.
Jason Wyatt looked up at the doctor through hazel eyes this time and spoke, concern and worry in his voice. âBut doctor, itâs been six months of trying. Pardon us if we are both worried that something may be wrong.â Jason was a very healthy man in his early thirties; he loved to go to the gym and always kept a very clean look about himself. His fair complected skin never hid when he was worried or embarrassed.
The doctor calmly replied, âYouâre a couple in your late twenties and early thirties. These things take time for people your ageâyouâre not as young as you used to be. Come back to me in two months if nothing happens. I will look into prescribing some light fertility drugs for Sarah then.â
As her feelings of regret faded away, Sarah smiled. She looked over at her husband through brown eyes, her long hair falling softly over her light brown skin. Sarah was such a carefree soul; her one hope in life was to have a child. âSee, Jason? Thereâre always options!â
âWaitâ¦Donât those drugs have that off chance of us having six or seven kids at once?!â A tremble resonated in Jasonâs voice.
âThatâs only a random occurrence in patients about fifteen percent of the time. Sarah is almost thirty; her body will probably only produce two to four eggs at most with a light dose of the drug.â The doctor grinned.
Jason and Sarah walked out of the doctorâs office and headed to their car, Jason still holding onto his wife. He was not any more at ease after what the doctor had just said about the âlightâ fertility drugs.
âYou know I always wanted a big family,â Sarah said as she smiled and rubbed her husbandâs chest.
Jason laughed. âHon, do you really want that many kids? All at once? Thatâs going to be really hard on us, trying to take care of all of them. I mean, I donât like the idea of changing one babyâs diaper, let alone four!â He sounded worried.
Sarah broke free from her husbandâs light grasp and walked in a rush to the car, crossing her arms and wearing her emotions on her face.
âHoney!! Wait! I didnât mean it like that!â Jason ran to catch up to her. âLetâs just go home. I donât want to have an argument with youâ¦Just take me home, Jason!â Her low voice held back her feelings.
After a long, quiet ride home, Jason and his wife pulled into the driveway of their small two-story home. Sarah looked out at the neighbors, who were playing with their children in the front yard. She continued to watch with a longing she didnât think anyone understood. I want my own child.
By the time Jason spoke, his throat had gone dry. âYou knowâ¦We can keep trying. We can keep using that fertility time of the month thing. I just donât know if drugs are theâ¦â Jasonâs eyes focused in on the reflection of his now-crying wife, tears streaming down her face as she clasped the door handle tightly.
Still looking at the family down the road playing in the front yard, Sarah touched the glass, muttering through a shaking voice, âI just want â¦â She was not able to finish her sentence, though. She opened the door and dashed for the front door of their home, sobbing as she ran.
Jason quickly followed, trying to catch up to his heartbroken wife. âHoney! WAIT!â
Sarah threw herself on the bed in their bedroom, sobbing, her heart breaking into pieces. She clasped her pillow tightly as Jason followed her into the room. Unsure of what to say to offer her comfort, he sat down on his end of the bed and listened to her sob. With desperation in his voice, he said the only thing he could think of saying. âSarah, I love youââ
She looked up from her pillow. Her sobbing had stopped, and her eyes looked at him not with love and endearment but with rage. Her voice once again came out low as, still shaking from her previous crying, she repeated his phrase. âYou love me? YOU LOVE ME?! Jason, do you think just saying that is going to make things better? That Iâm going to forget everything you said back there at the doctorâs office?!â She was so angry, so confused, that she was panting. She sat up and glared at her husband. âWe talked about this since the day we met! Itâs something weâve wanted all our livesâ¦A normal family, JasonâA NORMAL FAMILY! We have a chance to have that family and youâ¦you throw it back in my face, not wanting it!?â
As Jason looked down at his sobbing wife, all his anger and rage melted away. He watched the woman he loved in so much pain, knowing heâd caused it. Feeling worthless and completely helpless, he sat down at their piano and started to play a soft, beautiful song.
Sarah looked up from her pillow, sniffling. âThatâs not going to work, Jason. Iâm still mad at you!â
In a soft, unsteady voice, Jason began to sing to his wife. âNo more talk of darkness,/ forget these wide eyed fears/Iâm here, nothing can harm you/my words will warm and calm you.â He looked over at his wife with a soft smile. Her eyes were on him, her rage fading and her tears receding. âLet me be your freedom,/let daylight dry your tears./Iâm here with you, beside you/to guard you and to guide you.â