Fallen Angel by Prudence MacLeod

A continuation of the incredible series

Fallen angel

Sometimes the pain is too great.  Sometimes the desire for vengeance runs too deep.  In the blink of an eye she changes.  The Priestess of the dark known as the Fallen Angel is hunting now, killing.  Nothing can stop her, not even the goddess who made her.  Is she coming for you?

Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Lesbian

Language: English

Keywords: Lesbian, Action-Adventure, Action, Adventure, Goddess, Fantasy

Word Count: 62400

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Sample text:

Revelation

 

 

In a lofty tower, somewhere between worlds, a woman paced, deep in thought.  The hem of her long gown brushed the floor softly and the swishing sound it made hid the soft footfalls of the dragon that followed behind.

At length, the Watcher stopped and gazed out the window.  The world she saw was not the one overlooked by the tower.  Where peace and serenity reigned outside the tower, she watched a world slowly being consumed by the darkness.

Her attention swept over the landscape, looking for trouble spots, patterns of darkness forming, and especially the seven points of light that spoke of her six sisters plus one other unknown.  These were not the bright lights of true light workers, nor were they the points of utter black that denoted the agents of the encroaching darkness. 

These lights were a soft glow, like a ray of sunshine that almost penetrates the fog.  These were the lights of neutrals, striving to return the balance between light and dark, for that’s who they are, the agents of balance.  Not those who sit on their hands and do nothing, no, the neutrals fight the agents of the dark in an attempt to restore the balance.

All appeared well with the priestesses of Moragah, but still the woman was troubled.  The Watcher resumed her pacing while holding the vision before her.  At a glance, she could tell which of her sister priestesses were which by the subtle differences in the point of light each projected. 

Lenora was the brightest, but what concerned the Watcher was the darkest.  She knew the story of the woman well, but she also knew the woman.  Of them all the darkest light should have been Lady Justice, or perhaps even the Warrior, but it wasn’t.  It was Kara, known as Little Blue.


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Already translated. Translated by Sandra Martínez

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