Few mortals know the truth about the shadows and gargoyles hiding around them; more common are the tales of angels and demons watching over their lives. Airen stands among them, a newer angel still figuring out the laws of balance and the truth behind old mortal tales of gods and magic. Her journey leads her to a peculiar demon with hidden wings, that leads her on adventures though the Mortal Realm, the angels’ Halo, the demons’ Underrealm, and the cold, lifeless Omen Lands. Between scheming archdemons, fallen angels, suspicious clouded figures, and broken omens, someone has set plans in motion to make Airen fall.

I found myself standing on the front porch of an elegant manor with a family friend and the echoes of hooves and screaming. Doesn’t sound like one of the best days of my life, but every sound, every anxious wave of uncertainty, all melted away when I looked into her eyes. Intimidating and unchallengeable. Even the thunder of hooves and the wildest storm would calm at their gaze. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking or where I was going to end up, but I trusted her and those dark eyes reflecting rumors and expectations. The manor became familiar, the sprawling field of grapes reminded me of home, the hooves softened, and though my last familiar face walked away that morning, I knew I was going to be okay.