The Chosen One (Sword of the Gods Saga, Book 1)
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At the dawn of time, two ancient adversaries clashed over control of Earth. One man rose to stand at humanity's side. A soldier whose name we still remember today...
Mikhail awakens, mortally wounded, in his crashed ship. The beautiful, golden-eyed young woman who saves his life has abilities which seem familiar, but with no memory of his past, he can't remember why! With his ship destroyed and a shattered wing, he has no choice but to integrate into her village, a task made difficult by her jilted lover.
Ninsianna's people have prophecies of a winged champion, a Sword of the Gods who will raise armies from the dust and defend her people against an Evil One. Mikhail insists he is no demi-god, but her dark premonitions and his uncanny ability to kill say otherwise. Even without the technology destroyed along with his ship, the sword he carries is a weapon of mass destruction to a people who still throw sticks and stones. When young women start disappearing, Mikhail must organize her people to fight back against an enemy who remains unseen.
Evil whispers to a sullen Prince. A dying species seeks to avoid extinction. Two emperors, entrenched in their ancient ideologies, cannot see the larger threat. As intrigues roil the heavens, a tiny Mesopotamian town becomes ground-zero for this fantasy fiction retelling of mankind's most epic story about the battle between good and evil … the clash of empires and ideologies … and the greatest superhero to ever walk the Earth. The Archangel Mikhail.
“Jophiel is like a daughter to me,” Hashem said. “I choose to pay the price. How do I solve this problem?” “You created the hybrids out of mammals,” Asceplius said. “Mammals will choose starvation over the denial of physical comfort. In your effort to maintain genetic diversity, you have forgotten this fact. You separated them from each other, into cold, sterile environments, until the most physical amongst them have started to waste away.” Hashem pondered the solution Asceplius suggested. “I
you never know hunger or thirst again," Ninsianna chanted in a sing-song voice. "And may the goddess always grant your spirit pleasant dreams." She poured the first bowlful onto the head of the cairn marking the grave, then moved on to the next one to repeat the ceremony until she got to the seventh one. Chills ran up her spine as she felt the dead touch her. Revulsion. Their hands were wispy and insubstantial. Somebody with unresolved issues, pleading with her to give them a voice. Although she
weight to one side so he wouldn't crush her. “Ohmigod,” she panted. “That was…..” “Amazing…..” He silenced her with a kiss. “Tell me that you love me?” “I love you more than life itself,” he pulled her to his chest and entangled his legs with hers. “And I shall never be parted from you.” He couldn't remember his past, but he was certain that he'd never felt so happy in his entire life. He shifted one wing so that it covered them both. With happy exhaustion, they drifted off to a pleasant,
avoiding him so they didn't have to tell their commanding officer 'no.' “I’ve tried every solution and it’s failed!” Kunopegos thumped his fist upon the table. “Ever since I was blacklisted, females won’t go for a romp in the pasture! Even when they're not in heat!” His eyes drifted back to the tiny female Lucifer had brought on board with him, clad in a shapeless garment that covered her from the top of her head down to her toes, tiny even by Angelic standards. She looked more like a child's
from the sky.” Jamin picked a clump of goat-dung out of the fringe of the kilt he wore belted around his waist as he tried to appear chiefly. “It's an omen! The gods are displeased with one within our village.” “Who has displeased the gods?” Firouz asked. “Who do you think?” Dadbeh elbowed Firouz in the ribs. “A certain woman who said ‘I love you, but I'm just not in love with you anymore.’” Several villagers gave Jamin a knowing look and snickered. “You will not disrespect me so!” A vein