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It's the day after Armageddon. Now what?
Aneera Henderson knows. She is one of an elite force of Universe Healers. As a former Emergency Room technician, she's seen every kind of trauma. But nothing prepared her for the shambles the entire Universe is in from Satan's rebellion.
Her brother, Jarl, delivered the Revelation 19 sword to Jesus, who used it to put a decisive end to the rebellion at the epic battle of Armageddon on Earth.
A new era has begun. Satan has been cast into the Abyss for a thousand years but he left a tragic mess behind.
Aneera, along with the enigmatic Quinn and other Universe Healers, faces deception, ambush, and vicious assaults from remnants of the rebellion hiding throughout the Universe. Will they be able to complete the restoration of the Universe in the alloted seven years? And will Aneera uncover the mystery of Quinn's disappearance before he's lost to her forever?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Apocalyptic & Post-ApocalypticAmazon product information:
Product details
ASIN : B08VRGJ63D
Publisher : Author Academy Eilte (February 15, 2021)
Publication date : February 15, 2021
Language : English
File size : 3966 KB
Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
Text-to-Speech : Enabled
Screen Reader : Supported
Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
X-Ray : Not Enabled
Word Wise : Enabled
Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
Print length : 293 pages
Best Sellers Rank: #3,097,938 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
#14,727 in Science Fiction Romance (Kindle Store)
#20,643 in Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction (Kindle Store)
#21,278 in Science Fiction Romance (Books)
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My name is Aneera. I was born during an early September snow in my Colorado hometown. My mother, in the grip of her life-long love affair with all things Gaelic, convinced my father to name me after the Welsh word for “snow.”
With this start in life, I suppose it was inevitable that I would fall in love with a dark-haired Welshman who sported a Texas cowboy flair and spoke with a Gaelic drawl. Gaelic rhythms inevitably drew me. It didn’t hurt that said Welshman was drop-dead gorgeous.
When I was four, I found a bird with a broken wing. My heart went out to the poor thing, hopping around — bound to the Earth, while its brothers and sisters flitted overhead. I brought it inside, determined for it to get better. My mom and I put it in a cardboard box and fed it while we waited for my dad to get home from work. During that long afternoon I never left the bird’s side, telling it that we would help it fly again.
Dad was brilliant. He used his engineering expertise to manufacture a tiny sling to keep the bird’s wing stationary until it healed. In a few weeks, the Happy Hopper (My name for the bird. It seemed clever at the time, but then I was only four) was able to flap its wings and fly. I thought I would be sad to see my little feathered friend take to the skies again, but I wasn’t. Instead, I felt the most intense rush of joy I had ever experienced. When I saw the bird in its proper state, flying high above, I knew that the only thing I really wanted to do in this life was to make broken things whole again.
