Yup I am working, if slowly, on a number of things. Between doing yet more edits on the Mythos of Love collection, to putting in new parts into The Price of Freedom (the League of Stars books two) and writing more on Angels from the Sky and a piece tentatively titled Angels and Music, I have a lot on my plate to finish up.

Angels and Music is the one I should work on before Angels from the Sky simply because it seems to be the prequel to the second tale. Once I settle down back to writing I am sure these two tales will be at least novellas, maybe complete novels. They are part of the Flights in Fantasy series, or so I hope they will be.

Now I am sure people will wonder why I have Where Angels No Longer Tread and then these other tales that have winged creatures who are not the Ariels from my first book. Well you see the whole series is about winged races who are confused with Angels. And that is all I can say about that!  Now for the excerpt. This is from Music and Angels:

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The Music swelled in the darkness chasing behind them like a flock of valkerie intent on sending their souls down to hell. Nothing made sense in this place. Each emotion, each motion was accompanied by music straight from a mad Broadway play. The heavy guitar runs sped up, forcing them to move faster across the broken cement streets, two dark forms flashing of silver and gold.

The glowing red figures behind them were followed by the sounds of tortured strings and voices cursing in ancient Latin, the creatures threw fire and lightening at them. Both were singed from glancing blows but they knew they were being herded somewhere. They ducked and dodged but they just couldn’t shake the hounds following them.

The taller, golden figure paused for a moment, bracing the smaller, silver haloed form. Eyes darting about, she spotted a lighter section in the unrelenting gloom. Turning, she guided her burden toward what she hoped was a doorway. Whether to a room or another realm it would be safer than the haunted streets.

“Leave me, Angelica,” whispered the silver haired, delicate creature. The lovely hair covered a face of earth breaking beauty.

“No, sister. Never again.” The taller woman continued to gently ease the other toward the hope of rest. They reached it only to find the doorway was merely an illusion. Angelica let out a harsh sigh and eased her sister to the ground. “It has to be here,” she made a fist and smashed it into the wall before her.

The music started to swell again and its edge was harder now, more masculine if you wish. With a fluttering of feathers and the creak of leather, another form stepped from the gloom. The scent of smoke and cologne drifted to golden Angelica and silver April. As one their heads lifted. “It can’t be,” whispered the tiny silver woman.

Angelica stepped once more between her sister and the unknown. Pulling what was left of her once shining sword, she narrowed her eyes. “Drop the seeming, bastard. That form is too good for devil hounds and demon bait!” Her voice, though ragged and hoars,e was still the pure tones not meant for this place.

He stepped from the murk and flicked a lighter. The tiny flame lit up the planes of a man’s face, ragged and handsome in a way that would never be called pretty, the face was one she longed to see again but different. A scar ran from the hairline on the left, down through one eye and stopped at the upper lip. Clearly a sword slice, the left eye no longer matched the glowing onyx right one. It was milky now, yet it tracked her movement just fine.

“Not a seeming, pretty Angel.” The voice was deep and slid like silk over her skin. She knew that whiskey rich voice but it could not be.

Angelica stepped between the man and her sister. “Don’t lie to me. I saw him fall. You lie.” She launched herself forward, her blade whipping out in an arch of muted silver to be easily blocked by a much longer blood covered blade. She did not step back, her anger flashing in her eyes as she swung over and over, trying to hammer her way past the guard of her opponent, who refused to attack

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Just a bit in what i hope will be a great book.

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