Dark Bright
BLURB
A guardian angel. An evil sect. A woman who thinks she imagined it all…
At five years old, a mysterious boy holds Aniya’s hand when her father becomes gravely ill. At fourteen, the same boy saves her from a deadly ordeal. He appears and comforts her during troublesome times but never sticks around long enough for Aniya to think her Guardian Angel is nothing more than a figment of her imagination. When he stops coming to her, she tells herself he was never real.
With the whims of childhood behind Aniya, her memory of the boy fades. But when he appears again in her time of need, she cannot believe the boy who has grown into a breathtaking man truly exists. His name is Godrick and what he tells her is unbelievable. An evil ancient sect known as the Dark Bright is coming for Aniya and -he is the only one who can protect her. Aniya must accept that Godrick is as real as the danger she’s in. Her life depends on it.
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The characters
ANIYA
GODRICK
GODRICK
The Protected
GODRICK
GODRICK
GODRICK
The Nephilim
Character Interview
I come to you today with a special guest. Meet Gadreel Angelis, Battle Angel and currently one of earth’s residence.
Q: “Mr. Angelis, cute surname by the way, how old are you?”
A: “Please, call me Gadreel. As for my age, let’s just say that I was created shortly after the dawn of time.” (he glances at the field that is just to the side of the farmhouse porch where they sit. He seems to focus on a little boy of no more than six years of age. The boy and another man, an extremely attractive black man, are doing some kind of hand to hand combat training. The kid seems too young for that kind of training, in her opinion.)
Q: Wow, well…I must say that you look very good for your age. Are you considered a Fallen Angel?
A: “My status is a bit more complicated than the label, “Fallen”.” (he looks down and seems a bit reflective) “But, yes. Technically, I fell.”
Q: “I hear that you weren’t one of the Morning Star’s forsaken. That you didn’t fall for the “cause”.
A: “That’s what you heard? Who told you that?” (she feels warm, and admittedly, a little frightened.)
Q-response: “Unfortunately, I cannot divulge my source.”
A-response: “You do realize I can just pick it from your mind?”
Q-response: “But,”(she holds up her hand, palm forward with a placating smile) “I know that you won’t.” (he just smiles. It’s a wickedly delicious smile that makes parts of her pulse in ways that are truly un-Godly. His smile widens. She has to assume he knows his effect on women.)
Q: (she clears her throat and adjusts in the seat) “Why, uh, why did you agree to this interview?”
A: “I would like for you to know that things are in play. That your world is going to change if the Dark Bright gets what they want.” (his expression and bright blue eyes are so intense that she almost believes him.)
Q: “What or who are the Dark Bright?”
A: “You will find out soon enough.”
Q: “If you aren’t candid with me, why should my readers believe you are what you say you are? Why should I, for that matter?”
A: “Because, Mrs. Velasquez, your son needs me. His nightmares will get worse. He will grow stronger, and if he doesn’t get the proper training, he will die when they come for him.” (she drops her small recorder and jumps to her feet.)
Q-response: “How do you know about my son and his dreams?”
A-response: “Unlike my son, Godrick, a direct offspring, your son is descendant of a Nephilim who somehow escaped the Great Flood and the mass genocide the Dark Bright instituted. If you don’t accept this, his and your life will end as soon as he is discovered.”
Q-response: (she places her hand over her chest, trying to calm her accelerating heartbeat before she closes her hand into a fist)
Q-response: “You’re crazy. Stay away from me and my son. I should call child protective services on you and that creep over in the field.”
Q-response: (she points to the field then bends and picks up her recorder and purse up off the floor of the porch. She takes a step toward the stairs. But just as she does, the air seems to grow thick around her. Then a sound, something like a sheet being unfurled in the air, causes her to turn around. What she sees…)
Q-response: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”
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