Angel’s Lair

I stared down at Phoenix in their crib. They were knocked out. They were half cuddled with the stuffed Gnome Angel -  Gnomegel - in their crib and half swaddled. I obviously hadn’t done the swaddling thing correctly. With the wave of a finger, I corrected the error. I leaned over then, placing Gnomegel further... Continue Reading →

Angel Return Delivery

I woke up slowly. It was a new thing because usually I was asleep and then just suddenly aware. Apparently, being the father of a new life made me more tired than I could have imagined. It was immediately apparent what had eased me awake: the sounds of Phoenix fussing, just a little, beside me. ... Continue Reading →

Angel Wings Revealed

Something strange was going on. I knew something was off in the Sanctum. It made me anxious, almost obsessed with being gone. I was always milliseconds from throwing Medea over my shoulder and phasing us to our home on the beach. I kept hearing the words “something wicked this way comes.” I was not one... Continue Reading →

Angelic Keys to Chaos

She was the most beautiful being I’d ever seen. You know, the kind of beauty that inspires those pulse racing moments. The moments Hollywood sucks at displaying but still keeps humans craving and coming back for more. The kind of beauty you’re so happy to be near your whole aura just lights up when it... Continue Reading →

Angel Softened

Coffee. It’s my favorite thing.  I’ve said it before, but it’s something that bears repeating. It starts as a little bean; it goes through all this gruelling crap, for the sake of who knows what. Then, Bean Guy gets milled, graded, roasted, ground - basically destroyed bit-by-bit. After all that, Bean Guy still manages to... Continue Reading →

Not My Angel’s Keeper

I was flying - figuratively - down the last main road to Lycaon’s McMansion that he liked to think of as “just a cabin in the woods.” The first thing to vanish was the music. Almost simultaneously, the car began to shake - like a breakdancer during an earthquake - before shuttering to a halt. ... Continue Reading →

Bittersweet Angel

“My curiosity rises by 150%. If Lycaon reached out to the she-demon first woman, that means he is severely desperate.” I like it sweet. Lots of people love it hot and bitter. But yeah, I prefer mine tooth aching sweet and the color of caramel.  I also don’t have to worry about things like diabetes... Continue Reading →

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