Year 3: Rebellion by Tamara Hart Heiner

Even demons can fall in love.

Year 3: rebellion

I wasn’t created to feel. Certainly not to love.

But I did. I fell in love with an angel, and I lost him.

I have no hope of winning him back, but I will spend this year proving to him—and to myself—that I am not the same creature who destroyed his father.

This is my third year. The year I become a Guardian in Training and receive an earthly assignment, something I’ve been anticipating for two years.

But something more sinister is afoot, something the archangels have been waiting for a thousand years.

The Great War has begun.

And Darkness is seeping into every crevice of the earth.

Including Arcadia.

Genre: FICTION / Occult & Supernatural

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Dark Fantasy

Language: English

Keywords: angels, demons, paranormal romance, dark fantasy, war, academy, magic systems

Word Count: 150000

Sample text:

The rain fell upon the city of New Orleans. A constant drizzle that forced the inhabitants to don raincoats and open umbrellas while complaining about the cooler weather plaguing them.

But I wasn’t watching them. I was watching the mortal boy, Logan, whose soul was in peril. He’d withdrawn from his friends, and though he sat beside DeeDee and Henry at the lunch table, his thoughts were far from them. A bitter Darkness ate at his heart, and guilt ate at mine. I had not put the shadows in his soul, but I hadn’t helped him, either.

My bed sank slightly as my roommate, Iblis, sat down beside me.

“Jez,” she said, her eyes sympathetic as she looked between me and the open window, “you’ve got to stop this.”

“I know.” I waved a hand, dissolving the window between Arcadia and New Orleans. But though I could no longer see the rain and the city’s soaked inhabitants, I knew it still fell. “I can’t control it.”

Iblis reached a hand out and stroked the edges of my wings, then wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I inhaled as she rocked me, feeling the comfort of her touch.

“I didn’t know it was possible for an angel to be so sad,” she whispered.

“I haven’t mastered my emotions.” I shuddered as the tears crept down my face. “I needed more time.”

Unlike the rest of the angels at the academy, I wasn’t born a mortal. I didn’t live out my life on earth and die before coming to the academy. I was created in hell. Because of my lack of human compassion, the archangels sent me down to earth for a crash course in feelings.

Which I failed, in every possible way. Except one.


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