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Category: Fantasy
Description: The quantum cat is back! And so are his friends, some of whom are very old friends indeed--King Minos, Deiphobe the Sibyl, Androcles, St. Jerome and the Minotaur of labyrinth fame.
eBook Publisher: Twilight Times Books/Paladin Timeless, 2003
eBookwise Release Date: April 2005

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [235 KB]
Words: 56348
Reading time: 160-225 min.

"Quant, the magical cat that leaps through various worlds and dimensions is back again and in action. In Angelos, the sequel to Jerome and the Seraph, Robina Williams weaves her own storytelling magic and Quant rises to the occasion. This is a fantasy ebook and written so superbly that you become totally engrossed in the tale and forget it's fantasy.

Robina accomplishes this task by not only bringing this world together with the 'dead world' but in Angelos she even incorporates the mythological world. It gives us a whole new perspective on the topic of time and old/new worlds and how they are happening 'now'. Both ebooks give you much to ponder while enjoying a great read.

...I loved Angelos as much as Jerome and the Seraph and if you like reading fantasy I'm sure you'll love it too. I highly recommend this ebook and give it a top rating of 10!"--Reviewed by Dallas Hodder Franklin for Sell Writing Online.

"A sequel to Jerome and the Seraph, Angelos is still a unique book all its own. What if the old gods never really left? As well as the Minotaur, we like Jerome, find ourselves transported to Ancient Greece and visit with the old gods there.

Blending elements of mysticism, mythology, quantum theory and art history, it is a tale like no other. The star of the show is of course, Quant, but the Minotaur comes a close second. For this Minotaur is no monster, out to eat everyone in sight, but normally a vegetarian who enjoys reading books and drinking wine, rather than having to eat the Athenian youths sent to him as tribute (they tend to get stuck in the teeth.) ...A book to make you think."--Reviewed by Annette Gisby for Twisted Tales.

"...Angelos is amusing, with bits of tongue-in-cheek humor. I chuckled over the guilty friar who'd told a lie. Well, "not really a lie, more of a chronological inexactitude." Small nuggets of philosophy are scattered throughout the story. Religious duties and viewpoints, says the cat, differ according to time, place, and cultural tradition. Human needs, however, remain much the same from one age to the next, and the "quantum" cat is determined to prove it...."--Reviewed by Jeanette Cottrell for SimeGen Reviews.

As he passed through the porch for the last time, Father Fidelis sensed that he was under scrutiny. He turned sharply and saw the friary cat, a ginger tom, sitting on a bench, watching him. He eyed the cat uncertainly. The creature stared solemnly at him for a few moments, then his green eyes glittered and brightened, and Fidelis caught a gleam of gold. He surprised himself by stooping to stroke the cat.

"Hi, Leo! Have you come to say goodbye to me?"

Father Peter, who was standing by the doorway, clutching Fidelis's suitcase, grimaced and held his breath as he waited for the cat to claw Fidelis, for the two had never gotten along. Fidelis didn't like cats and didn't bother to hide the fact. Peter had seen him aim a kick at Leo one day -- and had seen the deep and bloody scratch his guardian had received in return. Cursing cats in general and Leo in particular, Fidelis had limped off to bandage his ankle.

Now, to Peter's amazement, Leo gave a friendly-sounding meow and pushed his head encouragingly into the friar's palm.

Fidelis was plainly taken aback by this sudden display of affection. Cautiously, he patted the silken head. The cat purred invitingly. Fidelis patted him again, then caressed his soft fur. Leo purred happily.

Fidelis smiled. It was the first time Peter had seen him smile in weeks.

"Well, how about that!" Fidelis said with some bemusement. "We're buddies now." He laughed, and added, "Unless, of course, he knows I'm leaving and he'll be glad to see the back of me." He gave Leo's head a final pat.

The cat nuzzled him -- a little ostentatiously, it seemed to Peter.

"Well, 'bye, Leo, it's time I was going. 'Bye, old fellow." Fidelis moved toward the open door, glanced back, then headed toward the waiting car, where Father Valentine sat ready to drive him to the railway station.

Before following his guardian outside, Peter stared suspiciously at the cat.

Green eyes gazed innocently back at him, then Leo bent to lick a paw. When he raised his head, his eyes had changed color.

Peter turned away as a rich, fiery gold burned into him. He had seen those golden eyes before. They had frightened him then, and they frightened him now. They belonged to a creature from another realm, a creature that possessed powers beyond his imagining. This cat could skip from the land of the living to the land of the dead and back again. This cat could dance through dimensions with ease, which was considerably more than Peter's late brother-in-faith, Jerome, could do.

The late Brother Jerome, Peter had come to realize, wasn't exactly resting in peace. Death had given him itchy feet. Jerome, who had been a stay-at-home type during his lifetime, was now out and about all over the place. The only problem was that he didn't seem to have quite mastered the art of after-death travel. It appeared he still had a certain amount to learn about the technique.

It's only natural, he's not gotten the hang of it yet -- he's not been dead for long. Peter paused and corrected himself. No…it isn't natural.

When a chap was meant to be lying quietly in his casket, it was no joke having him materialize out of the ether and give you the fright of your life. It was a grave matter when the dead wouldn't stay dead, or at least stay put.

As for the cat, well, the cat…who knew whether he was dead or alive? Life and death seemed to be all one to him, for he lived with the living and with the dead...at the same time.

Peter forced himself to look at the cat again and found himself looking into those green eyes once more. The golden fire that had blazed a moment earlier had been extinguished. There was nothing unusual about the eyes that regarded him now. They were just...cat's eyes. There was nothing special about them, nothing out of the ordinary.

Peter gulped, turned and went quickly out of the porch toward the waiting car. He found the cat in his incarnation as household pet profoundly disturbing, for he knew that the familiar exterior masked something strange, something alien. He was trembling as he carried Fidelis's suitcase to the car, and almost stumbled.

Valentine quickly left the driver's seat and hurried over to take the suitcase from him. He was surprised to find that it wasn't particularly heavy. He eyed Peter curiously. "Are you feeling okay?"

Peter turned an abstracted gaze on him. "What?"

"Is everything okay? You seem a bit...unsteady."

"I'm fine."

You don't look fine, Valentine thought as he stowed the suitcase in the trunk. You look like someone who's seen a ghost. Ah…

"You've seen something, haven't you?" he said excitedly.

Peter looked momentarily confused, then glanced toward the front of the car, where Fidelis was now sitting in the passenger seat, and frowned at Valentine.

Copyright © 2003 by Robina Williams.