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Death Sword
by Pamela Turner
Category: Fantasy/Dark Fantasy
Description: The only thing more dangerous than an angel of death is one obsessed with vengeance. Karla Black has always known she's different from other people. She learns just how different after she's fatally stabbed and brought back to life as a half-human angel of death. With newfound power comes a newfound boss. Samael despises her. He considers Karla impure and resents her relationship with her partner Xariel?who also happens to be Samael's ex-lover. When he takes that hatred to a higher level, Karla vows vengeance - a task easier said than done. With the loss of their angelic powers, Karla and Xariel face a dilemma -- how will they defeat an unstoppable Samael, whose poisoned rapier can kill human and angel alike? If Karla doesn't awaken to her true identity, both heaven and earth are in danger of annihilation.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [216 KB]
Words: 42703
Reading time: 122-170 min.
"Karla!" Xariel yelled, ignoring the back door as it banged open.
He skidded to a stop in the living room, eyes narrowing. He sensed Samael's presence, but not Karla's.
Gabriel came up behind him. "What the hell happened here?"
"He's got her." Xariel's breathing and heart rate slammed into overdrive. His vision blurred as fury clouded the logical part of his mind.
"What?"
"Samael, Goddamn it. He's got her. I know he does." He glared at Gabriel. "And if he knows who she is, he'll kill her."
Xariel stumbled to the bar, grabbing a half-pint of Crown Royal. Unscrewing the cap, he poured a shot glass, gulped down the whisky, and ignored the burn. Another shot followed. Then another. And another. And still another.
He continued to glower at Gabriel as he drained three-fourths of the whiskey in less than thirty seconds.
"Get a fucking grip." Gabriel grabbed the bottle and tossed it aside, ignoring Xariel's protesting cry. His scythe materialized in his hands. "Or I'll kill you myself."
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