Diana nixon day 6 heavens trilogy

Heavens Trilogy, #!

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The Souls of Rain

The secrets of the heavens had always been carefully guarded. Until one day when the angels realized that what they used to believe in was nothing but a cruel game between heaven and hell.

And Claire’s life is a part of that game too….

She is a guardian angel. She always thought that her existence was perfect. But perfection is a very relative term, and no one is protected from making mistakes.

Everything changes the moment Claire gets a new assignment. Guarding humans has never been easy, and this time won’t be an exception.

Alan Rosenford is a spoilt party-boy, whose life is a hurricane of risk and adrenaline rush. His soul is damaged, his heart is bleeding, and there are so many things he prefers to keep private….

The words they have never said before ….

The sins they have never committed….

How much does forgiveness of the heavens cost?

Or maybe even the heavens make mistakes?..

Excerpt

I looked back at the files I was still holding in my hands. I never read people’s files. I liked making my own opinion about them. No matter how bad or perfect they were, the only thing I cared about were their souls.

Even a criminal’s soul can be pure. Because when people kill or lie it means that demons win. It also means that angels lose. And we lose only if we don’t take our duties seriously. Usually it leads to becoming Pastreens. Or fallen. Both variants close the doors to the heavens and leave us wandering around the earth forever. And no matter how heavy the sin we commit is, we always want to be forgiven and returned to the heavens.
Speaking of sins….

“Nolan, what are you doing here?” I asked the fallen angel, standing behind me.

“Good to see you too, Claire.” He smiled, taking a seat on my couch. The guy didn’t need my permission to make himself at home.

Nolan was the only fallen who never wanted to be forgiven. At least that was what he was saying every time I asked him about his life. He liked living among humans. Though I never asked him about the rule he broke to be kicked out of the heavens.

“I heard about your new assignment,” he said, turning on the TV set.

“Why do you even care?” I crossed my arms, watching him curiously. I didn’t understand why Nolan liked spending time with me. My life was a picture of everything he couldn’t have.

“Because we are best friends. And friends always care about each other.”

I rolled my eyes. “We are far from being friends, Nolan. Let alone best friends. You are stalking me. This is what it is called.”

“Whatever you call it, the fact remains – I’m here, and I want to know how you feel about being Alan’s new babysitter.”  

He smiled again, and I desperately wanted to slap him in the face. God, forgive me.

“What is wrong with the guy that everyone is so worried about me guarding him?”

“Nothing’s wrong. He’s a good guy actually. He likes drinking, smoking, girls, and car racing.”

“Sounds like a typical description of a good guy.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t fit your pretty face, my angel. Alan is a good guy. You will see.”

“Can’t wait,” I muttered, heading for the kitchen to get a piece of a strawberry pie I made earlier today.

“How can you think about food when your human is dying?” Nolan shouted after me.

I stopped and turned around, barely breathing. “What did you say?”

“Alan Rosenford was taken to the St. Mary’s hospital about an hour ago. He kissed a tree with the bumper of his new car.”

No more details were needed. I closed my eyes and sank into the red vortex of bittersweet smoke that took me straight to the hospital ward.

The moment I opened my eyes the smell of drugs hit my nostrils. I hated hospitals. To me they always looked overcrowded. Hundreds of lost souls, whose physical bodies died and were not allowed to ascend to the heavens, were flying everywhere, making people shiver and shrink from the pure cold they consisted of. Humans didn’t see them, but I did.  And they did see me.

“He doesn’t look good,” Nolan said, coming closer to the bed where a guy in his mid-twenties was sleeping. He was on a drip; about a dozen multicolored cables went from his body to the monitors on his left.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t look any better being him,” I said, examining the numerous bruises and scratches on the guy’s body. “How bad was the crash?”

“The boy will need a new car. But I don’t think he cares about a few more scars. It’s not his first accident.”

“You said he’s a car racer, right? How often does he get into accidents?”

“Every week or so.”

“Does he even care about his life?” I didn’t like people who risked their lives just to get an adrenaline rush. It meant their souls were hurt. And they didn’t want to do anything to heal them. Stupid humans…they didn’t know that losing a soul meant becoming demons.

“You didn’t read his file, did you?” Nolan chuckled at his own words. He knew I didn’t. “You should probably start reading files, Claire. It would save you plenty of time.”

“Thanks for the advice, Nolan. Maybe one day I will follow it.” I took Alan’s hand in mine and tried to feel his soul. I was good at feeling souls. Not every angel could do that. It was one of my angelic powers that I had been trying to perfect every day, for the last seven centuries of my existence. And with every passing day, I could tell more and more about the souls I was guarding.

“He is a good person,” I said, knowing that Nolan was still there with us. Every time I tried to feel someone’s soul, it felt like sinking into the depths of multicolored oceans, where every single word, action and thought had its own shade.

“I told you,” he said, and I smiled; my best friend liked being right.

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