: CHAD NICHOLS
: Defending Heaven The Red Feather
: BookBaby
: 9781667833088
: 1
: CHF 5.20
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: Fantasy
: English
: 200
: kein Kopierschutz
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
When Shepard finds out that his daughter is pregnant, he can only assume that his grandchild will have the blood of the evil in them as well. His fight is now not only to defend heaven from evil but to try to find a way to save his grandchild and cleanse them of the evil before it is too late. This story will twist and turn as Shepard try's to hold calm trying to help his family and defend heaven all while trying to figure out what the lone red feather means in his wings.

I

“ON YOUR LEFT!” I screamed. They were coming at us from all sides. This was supposed to be an everyday low level gather of intel. It had now become a fight for our life. The Suhtan were everywhere. I was fighting like I have never done before, and so were my men. “Watch your back!” I yelled. I could hear my guys screaming in horror as they were being taken to hell. 

How could this happen? How did I lead my men into this ambush and why did we not know? “Jacob, get to the Heavens!! Find out why the Brigades are not coming,” I called out. “I’m not leaving you!” Jacob screamed. “That is an order, Jacob. Get out of here!” I reiterated. He hesitated as he fought and then bolted toward the Heavens. “Godspeed brother. We are going to need him.” I said quietly. “Men on me!” I ordered. I was being sliced by the talons on the hands of theSuhtan. If I did not die by their hand today, it would only be by the grace of God himself. 

My men were nowhere to be seen. Their screams of horror as they were being taken to Hell by theSuhtan were unbearable. I could not save them. I am fighting for my own life and yet losing part of it watching them die. How? How could I have done this to my men? I screamed out in pain as one of my wings was ripped. I could not even see daylight there were so many of them. I kept trying to look to the Heavens to find some hope but even that was blacked out from my sight. If the brigades were coming, I would not even know it. I felt like I was fighting in quicksand. The more I fought, the more I had to fight to stay alive. Suddenly my trident was snatched from my hands. I reached over my shoulder to pull my sword from my back, and it too was gone. I was kicking and punching at anything that moved. I continued to hear my men scream in blood curdling pain. I screamed, “KEEP FIGHTING…. KEEP FIGHTING!” and it was then I realized I could only hear MY voice. Only MY heavy breathing as I fought these wicked creatures. Only MY screams of pain as they lacerated my body and ripped my wings with their sharp claws. 

My body finally gave out as they grabbed me. I hung there barely able to breathe from exerting everything I had. I was gasping for oxygen, my chest expanding and retracting with every deep breath I could tak