Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Raphael threw up a small shower of archangelic power, golden sparks in the night. “I will be Cassandra tonight and say I foresee a future of great prosperity, advancement, and beauty. One that will be known in later times as a Golden Age full of balls, fascinating discourse, and of course, wild block parties thrown by the legendary hostess Elena Deveraux, Consort and Guild Hunter.”
Elena’s shoulders shook. “You know what? I think I can deal with throwing a few parties if it means the world isn’t falling to pieces around us.” She looked out at the city. “We’ve taken a few knocks together, haven’t we, Archangel?”
“More than our share.”
“Peace will be good.” She sighed. “Can you see those white owls?”
“Oh yes.” They circled gently, not far from them. “She Sleeps, but her owls watch for her.”
“I hope they don’t feel any need to disturb her rest for a long time. Cassandra has earned her rest—and her Qin.” She spread her fingers on his thigh. “I talked to Keir just before. He’s still saying he feels no different except perhaps more centered and grounded.”
“I asked Marduk if, while awake, Keir would always be the base part of the Compass, and he shrugged and told me the old ones didn’t share their plans with a ‘wet behind the ears’ angel.”
Elena snorted, then stirred, a molten heat in her blood. “You want to dance, Archangel?”
“With you, hbeebti? Always.”
“Knhebek, Raphael.”
“Knhebek, Elena.”
Dropping off the roof edge with whoops as carefree as that of the children in the Refuge, they spread their wings halfway down and swept out and over the glittering heart of their city.