As promised, today I'm going to share an excerpt from For Eden: The Shadowfire Ring. This is one of the short stories originally published by the now defunct Silver Publishing. It will be rereleased on Tuesday, February 3rd. Barring any upload difficulties, you'll be able to find it on ARe, B&N, Amazon, and Smashwords Tuesday morning.
Happy Super Bowl Sunday, dear Readers. Go Patriots!
"Hello?"
Bel listened, but not only didn't get an answer, he didn't hear a sound in the
apartment. "Eden?" He peeked into the living room, but the silent
television and empty reading chair gave no hints as to Eden's whereabouts.
He carried
the pizza box to the dark kitchen and tucked it into the oven to keep it warm.
When he turned, planning to take the back staircase up to the bedroom, he
spotted Eden sitting in the corner behind the round kitchen table.
"Eden?"
Bel's heart trembled and raced and his voice caught in his throat. The light
that always called to Bel no longer shone in Eden's innocent, smooth face.
"What happened?" Bel's claws lengthened, his fangs descended and, as
he took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to control the fury at whoever or
whatever had bred despondency in his beautiful angel, he felt piercing pain
shoot through his forehead. His horns rarely sprouted, even in anger, but Eden,
his love, his light, shouldn't be cloaked in shadows.
He reached
for the switch. Eden's voice broke and trembled. "Don't. Please."
With a
guttural growl, three candles in the center of the table flared to action. Eden
flinched from their flame, tucking his chin to his chest. His wings trembled
and, even in the weak light, Bel saw the ruffled feathers and, worse, those
that weren't there. Eden's right wing sported a bald spot that meant at least a
dozen or more feathers had been ripped out of his flesh.
Bel rushed
to his side and crouched at his feet. With a comforting hand on Eden's knee and
another brushing back tangled locks of hair, he did his best to keep the anger
from his voice. "Who did this?"
Eden's lower
lip trembled until he sucked it between his teeth. He shook his head and refused
to look at Bel.
"Talk
to me, my light. Let me be your strength, as you have been for me so
often."
Eden turned
his hand palm up and Bel gasped at the ruined flesh.
"Andaras,"
Bel hissed. Only his father would claim his angel with a summoning rune carved
into the skin.
Eden nodded.
His lip broke free from his teeth, swollen from the effort of restraining his
emotions. A sob shook his thin chest and then another chased through his body.
His torn wings trembled and drooped, stuck between their full beauty and a neat
indiscreet place along Eden's back.
"I
won't let him. He can't have you."
"It's
too late. He's marked me and…" Fat tears fell from his eyes. "He saw
the ring you gave me. I'm sorry. I took it, Bel, because I wanted to…" He
took a deep breath but sobbed out the exhale. "He has it. He said you
don't own me until you put it on my finger." His shimmering eyes shifted
up to meet Bel's gaze at last. "I know you didn't mean it that way, Bel.
That's why I had it. I was ready to wear it, but the magic didn't work."
"Because
we didn’t say the words," Bel finished. "I know."
"And I
foolishly refused to accept it when you tried." Eden’s voice broke and his
wings trembled as his shoulders shook with a silent sob.
Bel covered
both of Eden's hands with his own, touching lightly to avoid causing more pain
to Eden's injuries. "I didn't mean the ring as ownership, Eden. I wanted
to protect you."
"I
know." Eden huffed out an exasperated exhale. "I knew then, too, but
I panicked. I… fucked it up."
Bel laughed,
but despite his hope of calming the angel, he heard the tension in his own
voice. "Did my innocent angel just swear?"
Eden's eyes
reflected anger and pain, but shadows of amusement flickered in the background.
"He said if you don't return to your duties as his son, he'd come for me.
Bel, it's okay. I know how much you hate what he made you do. All angels are
taught to endure suffering and I will go when he calls me."
"Oh,
fuck no." Eden winced at Bel's words, making the demon laugh. "You
said it first." Bel sobered and shook his head. "You're not going
with him. There is no way in Hell you're leaving me."
Bel stood.
Eden's eyes widened. He knew the answer before he asked the question.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm
going to get my ring back. He had no right to take it. Or you."
Eden shook
his head. "No. No, don't, Bel. He'll hurt you. He'll make you return to
his side." The angel shot to his feet, his ruined wings trembling.
"That's if you're lucky. It's impossible for even full demons to find
their way out of Hell without permission."
Pulling the
angel into his arms, Bel nuzzled his warm neck. "I'll find a way."
Eden
trembled in his embrace. "Don't. Please."
"Shh…"
Bel brushed his lips over Eden's. "I'll come back to you. Remember, you're
my guiding light, Eden. I'll find my way back to you, always."
~*~*~*~
They’ve escaped to the outside world—but can they really be free?
David and Isaac have found happiness in each other’s arms. In faraway San Francisco, Isaac’s brother Aaron helps them explore confusing “English” life and move beyond the looming shadow of their Amish roots. For the first time, David and Isaac can be openly gay, yet they struggle to reconcile their sexuality with their faith. At least they don’t have to hide their relationship, which should make everything easier. Right?
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