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When I first started writing The Watcher in 2009, I had no idea how deep into the world of angels and demons I would go. As I created, I realized certain rules would have to be in place. Until now, I kept most of them in my head. I thought some of you might find this information interesting. So here’s the first part of the world created for The Watcher Saga.
Before I get into angelic weaponry, I thought I should define the role of Grigori:
Grigori – The Grigori refers to the tenth choir of angels. Some texts say that all Grigori were bad, because they were responsible for that bit in the Book of Enoch where the sons of Heaven mingled with the daughters of men. I’ve written about that in my post: Grigori: Heaven’s Bad Boys. In The Watcher, I kept some of the information in the Book of Enoch and then elaborated on it. In The Watcher, sin is described as an illness that afflicted the angels and manifested as the seven deadly sins. While some Grigori did become sick, which made them fall, not all the Grigori did. The remaining Grigori still serve as protectors of the earth and hold the line against darkness. They oversee world events and attempt to guard humanity from demonic threats of a larger scale. In this world, people do not necessarily have guardian angels, but rather this force protects them. They are more like a military force than individual bodyguards.
Halo – a protective ring of golden-white light and fire that spherically surrounds an angel. Usual range: 5-25 feet from body. Can be extended. Can also be used to cloak a space and make something within the halo invisible to human eyes. Demons may not see either, but they can sense the light. The halo itself is unseen by humans, unless a person is clairvoyant or trained to see it.
Halo flare – Halos can also be extended to clear an area of evil. Lesser minions can be destroyed by a strong halo force. Can be used as a weapon. Its strength depends on focus and ability. An angel can flare a halo up to 50 yards. If angels work together in the network, a larger area can be covered.
Host – The angel collective consciousness. All angels are connected via a massive network (see Network). When an angel is connected to the Host, light shines around him or her. When an angel speaks, the voice of the Host echoes from them as music.
Intention Sword (or sword) – An angel’s main weapon. It can be solid (silver), like a baton, or blue light and fire. It will slice through anything. If there is evil presence, the evil will be destroyed, or cut away. It will cut demon flesh, but not human flesh. So if a demon is possessing a human, the demon will be damaged but not the human host. An intention sword will not cut a human. It can be used as a baton to subdue a human. It is stored as a hilt and “intended” to its full length by an angel’s intention.
Network – An energetic grid work connecting all the angels to each other and the Host (all angels working together). It can be used for communication, for healing, and
as a force to be wielded for protection. It helps restore an angel’s power when injured. Connected to it, angels can wield light against the darkness.
Without a connection to the network, angels use their own stored power but it can run out. If it does, they will fatigue and need sleep (which they normally do not require).
Sigil – An energetic shelter or protection of light over a space, such as a house or a yard. Made of blue light laced with silver filigree. Repels all lesser demons and demons. Does not keep out fallen angels.
Ward – a larger version of sigils, covers regions (such as the Pacific Rim region) and keeps demons off the earth plane. Usually keeps demons out, though some bleed through. Even fallen angels can be blocked by wards to some extent. They cannot come in full form, but have to possess someone to act here on earth. Made of gold and white light, though Mia has never actually seen one.
Well, that’s it for Angelic Weaponry… by all means, let me know if you like this sort of thing in the comments (please! I may not always have time to respond, but I do LOVE comments!)
Today, at long last, I’m celebrating the release of the second book in The Watcher Saga: The Angel Killer.
To celebrate, The Watcher (Book 1 in The Watcher Saga) is only 99 cents on Amazon all month.
There are many blogs participating today, thanks to RockStar Book Tours.
Now that she’s found him again, all Mia Crawford wants is some downtime with her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael. But the call of duty keeps him away—from school and from her—with more demons to smite than ever.
When Michael is mortally wounded by a cursed sword, Mia must perform an ancient blood ritual to save him. But the spell exacts a price. Haunted by visions of war, torture, and despair, Mia discovers the world is in more danger than she ever imagined. Behind the scenes, an evil adversary pulls all the strings.
After redemption, there’s Hell to pay.
Light from the near-full moon shimmers off the leaves of sycamore trees, and the scent of pomegranate hangs in the air. Though my footfalls are silent on the hard-packed earth, Hell is never far away. Nor is that blood-stained rack that was my prison for millennia. The memory of my master’s claws still stings my throat; the poison of his hate burns below the skin. Perhaps it always will. The only reality I’ve come to know is that my pain satisfies him.
Anka sleeps on a grass mat, her lithe, young form curled into a fetal position on the roof of her family’s mud brick house. Strands of her long, black hair are stuck to her cheekbones from the heat. The girl is old enough to be married but will be taken to the temple of Seth in the morning instead. Rumors of her prophetic dreams have secured her place as an oracle. Such a gift interests my master too, and as influential as Seth is among the Egyptian people, he’s a false god, my master’s rival. A demon warlord just like him.
Her father snores deeply, but the stifling air makes her mother fitful. The woman twists and turns. Does she anticipate me? I stand over the girl and contemplate how to take her without waking them. Their terror alone would sound a call to all the scavengers along the Nile, and my master wants her soul intact. More power that way. In servitude or sacrifice, souls are the fuel that builds empires.
My hand hovers over her nose and mouth, and her soft breath tickles my skin. I could suffocate her while she dreams, a silent, seemingly natural death. Or I could carve out her heart, a symbolic gesture. He’d take pleasure in that. If I’m fast enough, she won’t have time to cry out or wake the others. I run my fingers over the middle of her chest and extend my claws.
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I wrote this post in honor of an article I read on The Toast, called “How to Tell if You’re in a Regency Romance Novel” – a tongue-in-cheek poke at some of the more common tropes in that genre. There’s a series of these posts on their site, but none about Young Adult or Teen fiction. Realizing the gap, I contacted The Toast via Facebook, and offered to write a post for them. I never heard back, so here it is for your reading pleasure.
While I’m having fun with some of the story ideas used in YA fiction, I mean no disrespect to any author’s work. In fact, I have read and loved many books that used these story lines or similar ones.
How to Tell if You Are Living in a YA Novel
- One or both of your parents are dead. Out of town, or brutally divorced and not on good speaking terms.
- You just moved to a new town or you just switched schools. Of course, you are concerned about fitting in!
- Despite your good looks and obvious intelligence, you’re insecure about who you are and your place in the world.
- You’ve got a special ability or talent, such as playing a musical instrument, hunting with a bow and arrow, drawing things that become portals, excelling at sports, or seeing ghosts.
- OR, you have no talent whatsoever until your boyfriend makes you a vampire/shapeshifter/werewolf.
- Your friends don’t really get you because of said “special ability”.
- You live in a futuristic, authoritarian society that makes teenagers fight each other, run through mazes, submit to highly organized mating rituals, so you join the rebellion/resistance/secret society to change the world.
- You’ve got cancer or some other terrible illness that will surely kill you, but doesn’t. Instead, your amazing boyfriend who is the light of your short, tragic existence, is going to die first, thus showing you the unpredictability of life.
- You are caught in an inexplicable love triangle between a sweet, super hot boy and the motorcycle-riding mysterious bad boy.
- You are dating a vampire/werewolf/shapeshifter/demon/ghost/fallen angel/faerie/merman and somehow don’t know it.
- You woke up and just realized you are a seventeen-year-old virgin, AND no matter how much you want to, you can never have sex. Every time you make out, you’re interrupted by a parent, sibling, disapproving friend, or teacher. You have no idea what sex is like. It’s always an emotional build up, but when the time comes (finally) to do the deed, the doors close and you have no idea what’s going on. You find out afterwards that it was perfect and wonderful!!!
Did I miss any? If so, please include them in the comments!
Let’s Celebrate Love and Winter!
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In celebration of the season, I’m going to share a sweet love scene with you from my award-winning, best-selling novel, The Watcher:
Michael leaned against a nearby rock, still watching me. With the orange-cast light from the street lamp playing off his skin, shadowing the muscles of his shoulders and arms, and the flickering of golden light his halo cast around him, he looked positively heroic, like a statue of an ancient god.
“Where to now?” I asked, approaching him.
The wind had swept his hair into a tangle of curls splayed in every direction, forming a dark, shadowy crown of their own. I reached over to smooth it, as if doing so was the most natural thing in the world, and he brushed his hand up my spine. Even through my jacket, a burning heat coursed through me. Touching the back of my head, he found my braid and pulled it out. He twisted it between his fingers, examining it, then looked up at me, his gaze open, unguarded, his pupils as wide and black as the night sky. A flush warmed the back of my neck and I stood there mesmerized by him, unable to look away.
Arcing his other arm around me, he pulled me toward him and whispered, “I shouldn’t,” against the side of my face, as though it were a confession. Then, his lips cool and salty from the sea air, he kissed me with such tenderness it made my chest ache.
But I didn’t need tenderness. I needed him. Since the last time we’d kissed, I’d been so careful around him, trying not to cross the invisible line that would either damn him or scare him away. I couldn’t be careful anymore. Gripping the front of his shirt, I pulled him closer, and he locked his arms around me like I’d always wanted him to, like maybe he’d never let me go. Sitting on the rock, he gathered me into him, sliding me onto his lap. My thighs straddled his hips and he let out the softest of moans, his lips grazing my throat, the side of my neck, the line of my jaw, before returning to mine.
With a sharp inhale, he tensed and stopped kissing me. His eyes flashed a warning look—full of fear, as though he’d gone somewhere fathomless inside himself that he’d sworn he’d never go. Standing, he guided me off his lap. When he spoke, his voice took on a deep timbre.
“We’re not alone.”
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