Uriel’s Fall
by Loralie Hall
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BLURB:
Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she's a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity's secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits.
She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn't a complete dickhead.
As she searches for solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer's descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she's absolutely going on final written warning.
Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, while stopping the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at Ubiquity. Almost.
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Michael held his hands in front of him, palms together. As he pulled one from the other, a sword hilt appeared, followed by the entire blade. The weapon wasn't as stable as he would’ve liked. The faint blade would’ve cost him his life against another of his own kind, but it was enough to take down mortals.
With a deep breath, he stepped forward, and then lunged into the fray without further hesitation. The blade of light-turned-solid pierced the commanding officer's back, and the soldier dropped to the ground with a grunt. A sparkling residue ringed the wound for less than a millisecond before his blood obliterated it.
Organized chaos erupted into bedlam as monks flattened themselves on the ground, and soldiers scrambled to figure out what was going on. As all eyes turned in Michael's direction, bursts of gunfire erupted. Bullets dug into the pillars around him. He flinched and turned away from the shrapnel. The splinters bounced off his cheek with tiny stings. He wasn't worried about them leaving marks—the only thing that would hurt would be getting them in his eyes. Soft tissue always took forever to heal, and he needed to be able to see now, not in two minutes.
He flowed like liquid light through the madness, blade catching each target and dropping them to the ground. There was no guilt felt for these lost lives. The innocent—he always had compassion for them—but one of his angelic gifts was to see the intent and potential of those around him, and the intent in these soldiers was only for harm and brutality.
Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.
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An interesting story line.
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