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    Angel's Blade
    Angel's Blade
    Angel's Blade
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    Angel's Blade

    By Erin M. Leaf

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    Nathaniel doesn’t want to go Castle Archangel: he’s half-human and can’t fly like the rest of his clan. Even worse, he likes guys and he’s not exactly white. That makes him an interspecies outcast, but he wants to please his dad. Once there, he meets Zeke, the angels’ sexy weapons master. Sadly, Zeke is straight and Nathaniel doesn't hit on men he can’t have.

    When Zeke meets Nathaniel, his gut tells him he's met his mate, but he’s never been attracted to a guy before. Despite Nathaniel's wariness and his own fear, Zeke can't help claiming him when instinct takes over.

    Unfortunately, Nathaniel isn’t ready to bond, not even when their connection sparks dormant angelic powers. However, when Zeke flies into danger, Nathaniel follows. Demons stalk their people and it will take every angel who can wield a blade to fight the evil that lurks in unexpected places.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateFeb 7, 2014
    ISBN9781771307192
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      This was a very entertaining light romance. A different take on the angelic plot with the angels living like humans and not being in heaven.
      I found the story to be funny and it embraced the plight of feeling unwelcome in society a you live in, even though you are smart, attractive, a good person and able to contribute as well as everyone else. The story touched on racial as well as sexual discrimination which are still issues that are not actually dealt with here in the USA.

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    Angel's Blade - Erin M. Leaf

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2014 Erin M. Leaf

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-719-2

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: JS Cook

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    To the one who loves me unconditionally.

    ANGEL’S BLADE

    Angel Shifters, 3

    Erin M. Leaf

    Copyright © 2014

    Chapter One

    Zeke stood in front of Castle Archangel, shivering. February was not his favorite month of the year. Ice slicked the sides of the stone steps leading up to the front doors, dark and ominous in the fading light. He sighed and hefted his pack a little higher, careful not to poke himself with the sword hilt sticking up out of the top of the battered canvas. He’d shrugged on his leather jacket a few miles down the road, but it didn’t help much with the cold. Winter still had its hands around the throat of the land and no mere angel was enough to fight that demon’s grip.

    He’d flown for hours on this last trip. Or rather, days. Years. His shoulders ached from the long, desperate journey. He’d begun his northward trek a week ago, but he hadn’t expected it to be so brutal. His wings looked worn when he’d shifted back into human—proof that he’d come too far in too short a time. He ran a hand over his face, trying to shove down the loneliness that followed him everywhere. It didn’t work. He was alone, as he was always alone now, even in the midst of others. A solitary angel, looking down at the earth and wishing for some sort of peace.

    Since his family had faded into the mist, he’d become the last of the great angel weapons masters, not that his skill with blade and will was much use these days. He could shape metal with his mind, create weapons of heartrending beauty and menace, but as soon as his creations hit mortal ground, they shattered. He’d been forced to learn human methods to create ordinary blades. He was nothing more than a blacksmith, a skilled craftsman whose anachronistic trade meant little to anyone except himself.

    Because you are weak, he murmured to himself. Some angel you are. The cold wind snatched his words away. Zeke glared up at the castle, still not certain coming here was the right thing to do. He’d heard that his distant cousin, Gabriel, had finally killed Samael, their leader, but he was afraid to believe in good news anymore. He’d lost his mother, his father, and his grandparents to despair. He’d watched them fade before his very eyes, their bodies going grey as they let themselves drift into the clouds, more mist than thunder.

    It had been worse than death, witnessing that. Worse than anything. He didn’t think he could handle the memories anymore. He’d come here to fight and maybe die in service to God. If the rumors were false and Samael killed him, so be it. He couldn’t be solitary anymore. He couldn’t bear it.

    His arms twitched as his mind ran in circles, the muscles telling him it was time to get out of the cold. He was going to be sore from walking on the ground in winter, but truth was, he’d needed the time to clear his head. For some reason, flying shoved all his worries and isolation into the front of his head, tormenting him with his lack of family and clan. When he flew, he felt powerful and blessed, but he couldn’t help looking around for his family in the skies. Every single time he saw nothing but empty blue infinity, it hurt like a dagger stuck in his heart. Every single time.

    So stop staring and get moving. You have no reason to linger here, he told himself, looking down and away from all the windows. The setting sun fell behind the castle, casting it into a stark silhouette, harsh and unforgiving. He shivered again, then forced himself up the stone steps.

    You want me to come with you? Seriously? Nathaniel asked, surprised enough to almost drop the wet dish in his hands. He quickly put it in the drying rack.

    His father nodded from the kitchen stove, stirring vegetables into the stew. Outside, rain lashed the windows, but neither man noticed. Rain was the norm for Corvallis, Oregon, in February.

    You’re my son. Of course I want you to come with me, Orifiel said, putting the lid on the pot and turning down the heat. The dim light filtering in through the window over the sink made his grey eyes seem even lighter than usual.

    Nathaniel looked away from his father’s too-wise gaze. I’m human. Not like you. He shook his head, still confused. Why would you want me to come meet the new Alpha of the angels?

    His father frowned. You’re still my son, even if you have no wings. He crossed his arms, highlighting the legacy marks that trailed up his arms like a tattoo.

    Nathaniel stared at the marks. He knew they travelled over his father’s shoulders and down his back, but they were simply the small, outward signs of his father’s heritage. The thing that set Orifiel truly apart was his ability to shift those marks into huge wings and take to the skies. With the ease of long practice, Nathaniel stifled the tiny spark of envy he felt as he looked at those marks. He couldn’t fly. He held no inherited legacy. He was merely human, thanks to his mother. And you’re okay with that, he told himself, not for the first time. He’d loved his mother dearly, and so had his father, right up until the day she’d died three years ago from breast cancer.

    We’ll have to take a plane, Nathaniel said slowly, pushing his bleak thoughts aside. And you hate flying in planes. I don’t want to put you through that.

    Orifiel grimaced. True, but I’ll manage. It’s not that terrible a thing.

    I don’t see what you’re hoping to prove by bringing me with you. You’ll only offend the new Alpha. Nathaniel began to set the table. It didn’t take long. Only the two of them were eating tonight. He had no siblings, and though his father was their small clan’s leader, the others tended to leave them alone unless they were having a clan gathering.

    I don’t think Gabriel is as easily offended as all that, his father remarked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

    Nathaniel sighed. Dad, I have a hard enough time with the clan here. I don’t want to screw things up for you with the rest of the angels, too. He pulled out a chair and sat down too, fooling with the napkins until they were folded just right. He adjusted the spoons and butter knives until they were perfectly aligned.

    If the new Alpha can’t deal with you, then I will know I want nothing to do with him,

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