Seraph: The Guardian Angel (Morgan James Fiction), by James D. Hicks II
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Seraph: The Guardian Angel (Morgan James Fiction), by James D. Hicks II
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In the hierarchy of Hell, Lilith is at the bottom. She controls no territory nor does she oversee the punishment of The Guilty. She simply lives in her quiet cave with her only companion, Ornias, her demonic slave and only friend. What separates her from the other demons is that she was once human. Tired of being treated like a second-class citizen in the most hostile environment in the universe, she devises a plan to rise in the ranks of Hell. Along with Ornias, they plot to give Satan, who still longs to be the Most High, the one thing that he doesn't have: a son. Lilith and Ornias choose a lonely woman as a viable host to carry the gift child, but things don't go exactly as planned. Abominable seeds are born to them and are considered High Treason in Heaven and Hell. Rather than destroy the children, Lilith chooses to raise them as her own, turning her into a fugitive. Her only option to escape certain punishment is to flee to Earth. Thousands of years ago when Evil would rise, God would raise up a mighty warrior to protect his people. Warriors like Moses, Joshua, David, and the Mighty Samson were called to save the Israelites from certain destruction. However, to save the Earth from annihilation, God will have to raise up another, something he hasn't done since the Old Testament Prophets. Who will answer the Lord's call and stand against the Kingdom of Darkness? As unlikely a choice that he is, John Summers will. Thousands of years ago when Evil would rise, God would raise up a mighty warrior to protect his people. Warriors like Moses, Joshua, David, and the Mighty Samson were called to save the Israelites from certain destruction. However, to save the Earth from annihilation, God will have to raise up another, something he hasn't done since the Old Testament Prophets. Who will answer the Lord's call and stand against the Kingdom of Darkness? As unlikely a choice that he is, John Summers will.
Seraph: The Guardian Angel (Morgan James Fiction), by James D. Hicks II- Amazon Sales Rank: #2147015 in Books
- Published on: 2015-05-19
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .54" h x 6.00" w x 9.00" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 236 pages
About the Author For the past fifteen years, author James Hicks fantasized about writing this book, and now it's on the brink of hitting bookstore shelves. Additionally, Hicks, who is also a performer going by the stage name "Saint James," has a Christian rap album to his credit called "True Story: The Saint James LP
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Andrea was more excited than she’d ever been in her life. She felt like a teenager again. Her life was about to change. By sheer luck, she had met a man who wanted to help her launch her career. She arrived at her job at the bank, submitted a resignation letter to her manager, and made the rounds saying goodbye to coworkers, telling them she was leaving to become a model. They were all happy for her, and that very day, her last, they surprised her with a farewell cake, ordered from the local baker, who had told the butcher, who had told his customers, who had told their friends and families about Andrea’s plans. By that very afternoon, the news had spread everywhere. “Don’t forget about us when you become a big star,” her coworkers said, and she promised she wouldn’t. After work, she raced home and got pulled over by Tommy, a police officer and a friend since high school. Even he knew the good news. For old time’s sake, he wrote her a speeding ticket. He had no intention of filing it. She hugged him, and he sent her on her way. Once home, Andrea showered and put on her best-smelling perfume. Twenty minutes later she was leaving for the bar, arriving there ninety minutes early. Sally gave her a big hug and a kiss and told her that the drinks were on the house. Everyone there was wishing Andrea well. In a town of less than nine hundred people, the news had traveled fast. Andrea sat at a table and waited for the handsome and eccentric Oscar to walk into the bar and rescue her from her dreary existence. She looked at her watch. It was fifteen minutes to eight. Her heart began pounding. She fought hard to control her breathing and to remain calm. Suddenly the doors opened, and Andrea looked up. An unfamiliar woman walked in. This beautiful red-haired stranger was new in town, but she wasn’t dressed fancy like Oscar had been. She wore a white flower dress, a dark denim jacket, and open-toed sandals. She looked nice but not unlike any other woman you’d see in a big city. She sat down at the bar. Andrea’s curiosity was piqued, so she struck up a conversation with the stranger. “You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked. “Is it that obvious?” “Yeah, it is. We don’t get a lot of strangers around here.” “Sophia.” “Andrea.” “Now we aren’t strangers,” Sophia said. “I guess not.” “What can I get you to drink, honey?” asked Sally. “Water is fine,” Sophia answered. “Water? Ha! What are you, a nun?” “Ha-ha, no. I can drink like a fish, but I’m driving to Missouri.” “Oh, what part?” “KC.” “Oh, really. I’m actually supposed to be heading there tonight.” “No kidding. By yourself?” Sophia asked. “No, I met a guy yesterday, but it’s not what you think.” “I didn’t think anything …What’s out there?” “I feel kind of silly telling you this,” Andrea confessed. “Here ya go, honey,” Sally interrupted with the water. “And take this Black Jack over to your new BFF.” “Thanks.” She took her drink, left the bar to sit next to Andrea, and handed her the Black Jack. “Do you mind?” “No, not at all.” “Okay, so tell me why you’re headed out there,” Sophia asked. “Well, yesterday, I met this guy, a talent agent, and somehow he gets lost and he ended up in Wilsonton. Anyway he strikes up a conversation with me, and he thinks I have potential to be a model and wants me to travel with him to Missouri and eventually California. I know it sounds strange and maybe even naïve but … I’m going to take a chance.” “It doesn’t sound naïve to me. I’m sure Oscar told you a pretty convincing story,” Sophia said. “How do you know his name? Who are you?” Andrea stood from the table, bumping into a barmaid and making her spill her order of drinks. Just then Sophia stood and the entire bar froze in time except for she and Andrea. Andrea looked around and then looked at the woman who was a couple inches shorter than she. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” Andrea yelled in panic. “Keep calm, Andrea Lewis-Rose. I’m a friend. My name is Sophia, and I’m here to warn you about Oscar.” “Warn me?” “Yes, he is not who he claims to be. Do not trust him. The Kingdom of Darkness has conspired against you. I don’t know what they are planning, but it will be terrible, I can assure you.” “The Kingdom of Darkness? Do I look stupid to you? I don’t believe you. I don’t even know you.” “But I know you. I know about your abusive husband. I know that he is dead now from drunk driving. He is suffering in Hell right now as we speak.” “So what? Everybody in this town knew about my abusive husband, and if he is burning in Hell, the drunk bastard deserves every second he’s there.” “I know your son.” “Well see, that’s where you’re wrong, because I’ve never had a child, let alone a son.” “No, you do have a son. His name is David Lewis-Rose. He came to Heaven as a six-month-old baby the night he died. He died when you were kicked down the stairs. He and I are great friends. He asked me to come down to warn you. He’s been keeping a close eye on your Chronicles ever since he grew up and learned about you. He loves you so very much and wants you to be with him in Heaven. He is bright, strong, and courageous. Most importantly, he loves The One, our Creator very much.” “David?” She said as a tear fell from her eyes. She was crying because this was the name that she chose for her son. She never told anyone the name she picked; not even Kenneth knew. “If you’re telling the truth then, he should be eighteen now.” “Yes,” Sophia confirmed. “How do you know all this? What are you?” At this question, Sophia took a big risk, and she transformed into a beautiful angel in front of Andrea’s eyes. Sophia was gorgeous; she wore a pristine white sleeveless robe. The bottom part of the robe ended at her mid-thighs, and she looked much like the ginger woman who met Andrea in the bar except her hair was made of actual fire. Her eyes were stunning, reddish orange, and positively amazing. Her white feathery wings resembled that of a majestic eagle, and her wingspan was seven feet long. Andrea could hardly believe what she was seeing. She felt serenity, love, and strength, but also fear and disorientation, and her heart rate rose. This state of euphoria left Andrea transfixed, and she simply stared at the angel that was undeniably spectacular and terrifying at the same time. She couldn’t say a word as she looked up to the being that now stood taller than she. “Oh, my God. Are you an angel?” “Yes, I am. And the man you know as Oscar is really a demon named Ornias. He is very dangerous, and you must flee this place. Drive west to the next town. I will meet you there and will take you the rest of the way to the West Coast. I must leave now.” “Wait, tell me more.” Sophia transformed back to a human woman and fixed the barmaid’s food and drinks as she talked to Andrea. “No, there isn’t any time. Just do as I say, and everything will work out fine.” Sophia left the bar, and when she did time unfroze and the barmaid steadied her tray as Andrea backed away and wondered what she had truly just witnessed. “Oops, almost made a mess there. Sorry, Andrea,” the barmaid said. Andrea halfheartedly acknowledged her and ran into the bathroom to gather herself. Outside the bar, Sophia turned on a car without a key and began driving west to the next town to meet Andrea. Suddenly, a man appeared in the middle of the road, and she swerved, hitting a light pole. Sophia lay dazed as a gash on her forehead bled right above her eye. Had she been in Heaven or in her angelic body, she wouldn’t have been injured at all; but here, she opened the car door, unfastened her seatbelt, and stumbled out of the car. She called out to the man and asked if he was okay, but all she could see were two eerie blood-red eyes. A demon. She didn’t know who it was, but that it was evil all the same. Sophia summoned all of her remaining strength and transformed into the magnificent being that had appeared before Andrea. She began healing, but it didn’t change two facts: She was tired from the crash she had just endured, and she wasn’t a warrior. She was a messenger. However, every angel is equipped with heavenly armor. Whether or not they are warrior-class angels, all angels prepare for battle, because whenever they enter Earth’s atmosphere, they can be attacked at any moment. Nevertheless, before things had escalated any further, she would attempt to communicate with the demon that stood in the shadows, out of the light of the other remaining light pole. “Who are you, demon?” Sophia called out. The demon didn’t reply. “Answer me. Maybe we can come to a resolution,” Sophia called out again. “There will be no resolution,” the demon said. Sophia recognized the voice and summoned her armor by the power of her mind, and then suddenly a gold chest plate, helmet, shin guards, boots, gauntlets, shield, and a sword appeared. Even the top and bottom of her wings were covered with some sort of gold protective plating, but the middle of the wings were left exposed; they weren’t indestructible, only protected. “Ornias,” Sophia said, taking a defensive posture. Ornias stepped out from the shadows. He was prepared for battle, donning the same armor as Sophia except his was blackened with rough edges. “Did you think I would not see you talking to Andrea? I saw everything through the window. I even watched you reveal yourself to that worthless wench.” Ornias seethed. “What do you want with her?” “If I just told you, you’d never know the satisfaction of earning it. How about we fight for it?” Ornias continued, “If you win, I will tell you our plans for Andrea. If I win, then I will keep you alive just long enough to find out what those plans are. Fair enough?” “I do not wish to fight you,” Sophia admitted in a last-ditch effort to dissuade him from a melee. “At this point, what you wish is irrelevant,” Ornias declared. Ornias attacked Sophia. She tried to hold her ground, parrying when possible and blocking other flurries. Ornias swung his dark sword. Demonic steel and angelic steel met. Although Sophia wasn’t a warrior, she was no slouch either, having taken lessons from the great Archangel Michael. She tried her best to dodge as many of the attacks as she could, but Ornias’s strength, combined with the fact that he was well rested, gave him a distinct advantage. When he finally saw an opening in Sophia’s defense, he exploited it. Ornias elbowed Sophia in the face. He dodged a back roundhouse kick and hit her with the handle of his sword. Sophia stumbled back, gathered her footing, and lunged forward in a straight stabbing motion. Ornias swiftly evaded her attempt and kneed her in the midsection, which knocked the wind out of her. He spun around and swung his shield in a backhanded motion, and it collided with her face. Sophia landed on her back from the strong blow, and her armor vanished. She was abruptly left dangerously vulnerable. When Ornias noticed the battle was nearing its end, he powered down his armor, but his assault on Sophia took a ruthless turn. Ornias mounted a defenseless Sophia and punched her repeatedly, lacerating her face. Angelic blood spilled from her nose and mouth. He then lifted Sophia above his head and slammed her into the car. She lay still, clearly battered from the fight. Ornias approached her and peeled her from the car, now totally destroyed after having body-slammed Sophia into it. He threw the helpless angel onto the road, and he put his foot into her back. He pulled at her left wing as hard as he could and ripped it from her body. Then he did the same to the right. Sophia cried out in pain. The deafening shriek shattered the lightbulb. Her flaming hair was extinguished, and then she blacked out. The only light on the road came from the faint red-and-white glows their spiritual bodies emanated.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Ready to read the next book! By J Pat James Hicks draws the reader in from the moment you start reading. He creates good visuals of characters and scenes, which allows the reader to know that he put thought into his writing. He weaves through different stories of the characters, which leaves you wanting to know exactly what is going to happen next. My favorite character is Lilith, you cannot help but fall in love with her. She has so many different layers that despite who she is, you have to like her. Whether you are religious or not, you can find something in this book to relate to. From the action scenes, to dealing with internal struggles as many of us deal with. I cannot wait to read the next books!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. AWESOME BOOK!!! By Darren Hicks WOW.....the storytelling here is totally amazing. I enjoyed the book CANT WAIT TO READ THE SECOND ONE.....The imagery used within the pages off this book transports you right in the scenes verbally expressed on the pages. The book is a great read and I HIGHLY recommend it to those who like Christian Fiction. WHAT A GREAT BOOK!
1 of 2 people found the following review helpful. An adventure By K. Bee Mr.James Hicks freshman attempt at writing a book, took me on an adventure. There was a lot of imagery; as I read I was able to create a mind movie.Some of my favorite lines from the book were:"It wasn't the attack of a seasoned warrior; it was the attack of an undisciplined madman. " p.12"Feelings can betray you. Not everything that feels good is good." p. 93"How dare a human enter into hell without first being processed?" p. 225
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