The lovable Skylar M. Cates also tagged me for this game. A few days ago, I answered Amelia’s tag with some paragraphs from the recently released Love’s Nest. Yesterday, I answered Kade’s tag with some paragraphs from a current work in progress called Everything Is Yes. And today, I’ll answer Skylar’s tag with the opening scene of another work in progress currently titled Falling.
The rules: Go to Page 7, 70, or 170 of a current Work in Progress or recently published work and choose either the first complete paragraph or 7 lines of dialogue to share. Paste to FB and tag 7 other authors to do the same.
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Angel wings aren’t easy to fold into the shape of human scapulae. But Michael is accustomed to the strain and hardly breaks a sweat. He forces the long primaries to bend into the upper wing coverts, and then, in moves like feathered origami, he tucks it all in again, before smoothing them under flawless human skin.
He glances in the modest hotel room’s bathroom mirror and pulls on the dark brown shirt that will set off his eyes, before running a hand through his blond, curly hair. The light of his angelic grace glows from his pores, too bright to escape notice, and with a small exertion of will he tamps it back.
Though human form is confining and uncomfortable, the time has long passed when dropping down in a blaze of angelic righteousness was appropriate. Now covert operations pay the dividends of souls delivered from jeopardy. Even if Michael’s skin feels too tight, and his wings are already aching, protection is his business and discomfort is a small sacrifice.
After tightening the laces on the leather, soft-soled Clarks he keeps for nights of trawling the bars of Mercy Street, he kneels by the sliding glass door of the balcony and looks up at the stars peeking out in the night sky. It’s a fallacy that heaven is up there somewhere. Heaven is everywhere all at once, and yet when Michael dons human skin, he finds his eyes drawn to the sky when he prays.
He rises. Time to go.