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Today, my 5th The Wild Rose Press novel, Gylded Wings, released on a sale of only 99 cents at Amazon. I thought I’d tell you a little about the birth of this dark fantasy and share the book video created by author Toni V. Sweeney:
Here is the prologue, which I believe is the best bit of writing I’ve ever done:
My restoration to Grace plunged Heaven and Hell into civil war. The day the earth stood still, I watched from a rock ledge above a field choked with the great armies. Sunlight glinted on the golden helms of the Righteous and the silver helmets of the Damned. Prophecy echoed in the thud of mortal feet and the beat of a thousand wings. I folded my wings around me. This slight movement drew an immediate reaction. As one, the winged combatants turned to stare at me.
Winter wind ruffled the holy raiment draped about my shoulders and blew on me the scent of bitterness. I could taste their disgust and distrust. But I would not bow my head, unless or until I was forced to do so. If I’d possessed a soul, it would have shrunk inside me, but like my celestial brothers, I am soulless.
Let me introduce myself.
I am Ha-Satan, the Adversary, once Heaven’s Prosecuting Attorney. I have been called 
the Father of Lies, the Master of Temptation, Lord of Hell. I am the one you’ve been taught to fear, who hides beneath your bed to steal your soul. I am the most fearsome and the most beautiful angel.
My existence began as the first light emanating from the Thought. He said to me on the day of my creation, “I make you closest to me, of all the powers, Master and Mirror of my might. I create you beautiful in bliss and name you Lucifer, Bringer of Light.”
And so, my friends, I, Lucifer, would like to set the record straight. If ever I did Fall, I have been forgiven.
Many of the angelic host, who remained loyal during my rebellion, were incensed that the prodigal son had asked for forgiveness and angry that it had been granted. Thus, the Second War in Heaven, the only war I’d ever unintentionally caused, began and the airy corridors ran red with blood. Finally, the conflict had spilled down to Earth. The brave soldiers I’d once led in a bid to regain Heaven were now poised to fight Michael and his formidable army.
I, the mightiest of the Host, was forbidden to lift a finger in this battle, and my brothers were waiting to see what I would do. A tremor of anger coursed through me. I smiled and spread my wings to their full, resplendent span.
Look then, Fallen and Righteous, and take courage or be discouraged by the very sight of me.
Here and there amongst the gathered host, I met a gaze. Gabriel, Uriel, Michael and Rafael guarded the Four Corners. It was a done deal, over before the first blow was struck.
The wail of bagpipes shattered the tension. Peacock wings arched proudly, Paimon, regal in a Royal Stuart tartan kilt, piped the Legions of Hell into battle. He reached the end of the line of soldiers, wings shadowing Men in modern regimental dress, turned and snapped me a smart salute.
Paimon, ah my Paimon, do your eyes accuse or invite?
I bowed low, my hair sweeping the ground. Whether this gesture pleased or angered my old friend, sadly enough, I couldn’t sense. All Hell broke loose, so to speak, when the mortal troops saw me. Their knees knocked. Horror contorted their faces. Swords forged in Hell’s own fires clattered against supernatural shields. The blare of Gabriel’s golden trumpet shook the ground. A silver-voiced trumpet answered the challenge.
Paimon unfurled his wings and bent to his pipes. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. How fitting, how ironic that the Fallen—the stubborn, the proud, the doomed—would march into battle to that beautiful old hymn!
On the horizon black clouds coagulated as if the spilt blood of angels had leaked through Heaven’s floor. Daggers of lightning stabbed the sky. A pall of total darkness fell. In one breath, the entire earth went dark. Absolute silence gripped the universe. Then, as it had happened on the First Day, Heaven parted the Darkness with Radiance, a spotlight on the Final Act.
Nice touch, Father. I couldn’t resist a wry smile.
The din of the great armies’ embrace arose, a choir of broken bones, slashed flesh and death rattling in the throats of Man. Into this symphony of chaos as had been foretold, the Sons of Light took flight against the Sons of Darkness. When I, Lucifer, fell two-thirds of Heaven’s Legions followed me into exile. I found myself weeping—hot tears on cold cheeks—as friends so recently become enemies clashed with enemies now compelled into a fragile friendship. I suffered as I was meant to suffer. Even angels are sometimes blind to the shape of things to come.
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Gylded Wings began life as I, Lucifer. I started writing the book years ago in Miami and used to read the Prologue at open mics. By the second line, people had stopped talking to listen. I’m grateful to editor Callie Lynn Wolfe of The Wild Rose Press for helping me bring it to life.
Help me celebrate today at: https://princessofthelight.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/happy-release-day-to-gylded-wings-by-lnightingale-romance-paranormal-wrpbks/ There’s a rafflecopter giveaway!!
And here and now: I’ll give one commenter an ebook from my back list (your choice) for helping me to celebrate here. Pass the champers!
Today Gylded Wings is on sale for only 99 cents! Please grab your copy of this dark fantasy and help my Amazon ratings! LOL. GW is a different look at an infamous fallen angel and a new kind of post-apocalyptic world. Author Beth Trissel calls it, ‘a beautifully written dark fantasy.”
fallen off my radar.
writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
well, we’ll see what is to be created. In any case, Adonai wishes to implement the plan, and he solicits your advice and counsel before he proceeds.”
“What do you want most in the world?”
Blurb:
His heart pounded faster. His chest heaved. Rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans, a growl escaped his lips. A sense of possessiveness overwhelmed him.
and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.
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