Well, I decided not to wait for comments and put up a summary of the series. Check it out mon amis! Blaring out loud, rock on dudes!
Heaven's Underground. I first had the idea for this novel a long while back. I was having the strangest dream of a human/angel. At first they were all alone, but then the next night they were joined by a partner. This continues untill there are four. The whole point of it? Well let me tell you, its never easy putting the hellish back in hell. And so this is the job of the Crucible Unit, responsible for dealing with whatever gets past the seals on hell. Their faction is one part of many in an organisation on earth called Heaven's Underground. Normal seraphim and cherubim cannot function on a mortal plane, but half-light angels or archangels can; so, they are the ones who make sure that everything goes according to the Will of the Lord. Now in the section of the Crucible Unit that I dreamt about they have a problem. A big problem on top of training a new recruit and everything else Xavriel has old age issues. Meaning, he's been around so long that he is blind to the conspiracy happening right under his nose. Meet Eyravianna "Eyra", who seems to be the only one that notices the nature of Abaddon, the archangel who holds the key to the seals of hell. Abaddon has been making "trips" to the other side. And no one knows what he's been doing there. Eyra is not about to let this go when she notices Abaddon by accident going about his shady activities. Except no one seems to believe her, she's an angel right? Why would she lie? It appears there's more going on than just some questionable trips to hell. What is happening to the earth when even angels are falling? It has been 2000 years since the last Time of the Fallen, and it appears there may be another falling-soon. Eventually Eyra makes her case known but not before its almost too late. Every faction is being called in. The Hellgate Detachment, Crucible Unit, Watchers, and even the Walkers. And all the archangels in heaven could not have predicted that this time, it goes all the way into the deepest heart of the ranks. All are equal, but even the holiest of beings can feel neglected.
Sound good? Its okay? All that genre jazz. If it sounds Cliche, then too bad buster! My opera stage! I sing here amateur night, but its still mine! Crazy as always.
-Angela
Kalienne · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |