Aaron Corbet isn't a bad kid -- he's just a little different.
On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, Aaron dreams of a darkly violent landscape. He can hear the sounds of weapons clanging, the screams of the stricken, and another sound he cannot quite decipher. But gazing upward at the sky, he suddenly understands. It is the sound of great wings, angels' wings, beating the air unmercifully as hundreds of armored warriors descend on the battlefield.
Orphaned since birth, Aaron is suddenly discovering newfound -- and sometimes supernatural -- talents. But not until he is approached by two men does he learn the truth about his own destiny, and his role as a liaison between angels, mortals, and Powers both good and evil, some of whom are hell-bent on his own destruction....
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February 28, 2003
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Excerpt from The Fallen by Thomas E. Sniegoski
Normal people called the police. That was what normal people did in situations like this with weird notes and death threats and things like that.
Too bad I'm not normal.
It was probably just a joke. Right Chloe had been terrified in fourth grade when she found a note in her cubby telling her that she'd better "watch out." And that had turned out to be Laura Midlen's idea of funny. But somehow this seemed less amusing than that incident.
My life is in danger Did that mean someone found out about Xavier Maybe he was after her That didn't make sense, though: she hadn't meant to hurt him, and it wasn't worth killing her over. What was the company she kept Paul Amy Nothing strange about them or dangerous...Whoever wrote the note probably meant her new friends: either Alyec or Brian. More likely Brian since Alyec was a known factor, a normal high school kid with roots in the community. She didn't really know anything about Brian besides what he had told her....
Then again, he could also be the "friend" who was warning her. But he hadn't been in the caf ' -- in fact, Chloe didn't really know anyone at the Black Rooster except by sight. When was the note slipped into her pocket Maybe it wasn't even meant for her.
She checked the locks on the doors several times before going to sleep -- or trying to go to sleep. She felt pretty sure she could handle a daytime attack by a street thug, but a nighttime ambush would be another story.
The next Monday at school Chloe was even grumpier and sleepier than usual. She kept looking up suddenly, jumping at noises, and seeing things out of the corners of her eyes. All for what was probably just a prank. As soon as she got a free period, she went to the newspaper office.
"Hey, Paul," she said, making straight for the couch.
"Chloe," he answered uneasily. He was sitting at the computer, playing some bright-colored and contraband video game.
"I'm wiped. Do you mind " She threw herself into the couch.
"No. Go ahead." He stood up and played with a pencil for a minute. "I...might have overreacted Friday night....Are we cool " he finally asked.