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Once an Angel
Once an Angel
Once an Angel
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Once an Angel

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Ella thought it was tough being an avatar of Gaea. She and all her female relatives spent their lives dispatching the monsters that slipped into Gaea's world through rifts in the Dreaming. But Ella's life became tougher still when she found herself polluted by harpy blood and left chained in a dungeon with the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Okay, so it was a wine cellar. Throw in the chains, and it made a prison that Ella had been stuck in for nearly a week. Then, her fellow prisoner, Tappani, casually revealed that he had once been an angel--did this mean he was one of the fallen? She'd worry about that later. First, they needed to work together to free themselves and rescue the people who lived in the house.

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Release dateFeb 16, 2011
ISBN9781458060297
Once an Angel
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Claudette Gilbert

I've been a writer for most of my life. I started writing fiction when I was in grade school--with illustrations done in crayon! As an adult, I became a technical writer and wrote instruction manuals, procedures, and user guides for several different companies. But fiction has always been my first love, especially science-fiction and fantasy. I love to spend time with my computer on my lap and my cat, Baby, beside me as I explore the "what if."

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    Once an Angel - Claudette Gilbert

    Avatars of Gaea: Once an Angel

    by

    Claudette Gilbert

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2011 by Claudette Gilbert

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    Cover picture based on work by © Piotr Marcinski | Dreamstime.com

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    Ella glared at the stranger at the other end of the chain. You're not very good at rescuing, she said.

    I'll think of something, he told her.

    He smiled at her, and she had to look away or risk losing her temper—again. Or risk losing something . . . .

    His unshakable confidence was one of the most irritating things about him, she thought. He'd told her last night that he was here to save her. Yeah, right. Once again, she twisted the four-foot-long chain that bound her and the handsome stranger to the dungeon wall. She knew she was being unfair, but she was so frustrated that it had to come out somewhere. Just pretty boy's tough luck to be stuck here with her.

    Okay, so their prison was a wine cellar, but the windowless concrete-block walls made a pretty good dungeon. A wine cellar! If she weren't stuck down here, it would be almost be funny. But in this day of high-tech, computer-controlled containment facilities, the harpies stuck to the tried and true dark cellar, complete with a heavy chain that ran through a ring in the sturdy wall. As containment facilities went, the cellar seemed to be working all too well. She'd been stuck in this twenty-by-twenty underground room for two days now. She could see a dozen rows of dusty wine bottles lining the far wall. She couldn't reach any of them. Not that she would muddle her head by drinking the contents, but a broken bottle would at least be a weapon of sorts.

    Move over this way and give me a little more slack, she ordered.

    If only she could pry one of the links open, she could break the chain and get a little freedom of movement. At least, she'd be able to move around inside the cellar where the harpies had locked them. Gaea's sword might be out of commission, but a good kick in the head would still rattle those bitches' brains. Frustrated, she glared at the gorgeous blond man who happened to be cuffed to the other end of the chain.

    Rescuing people was a lot easier before, her companion in duress said.

    What was wrong with him? Didn't he understand the trouble they were in?

    Before what, blondie? Ella grunted. She bent at the waist and strained hard to her left. There was a large stick—okay maybe it was a golf club—half buried in a pile of junk in the corner of their cell. It looked like an antique hickory handled club. If she could reach it, maybe she could break off the head and use the handle to lever one of the links of the chain open.

    Before—when I was still an angel,

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