Angels of Darkness
Ilona Andrews, Nalini Singh, Meljean Brook, Sharon Shinn
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Tales of alpha angels...from four alpha authors.
They soar through the night, unearthly creatures of legends and lore. Four masters of urban fantasy and paranormal romance explore the rapture of the heavens above, and the darkness below in four all-new stories of angels and guardians, and good and evil.
yet, but he was willing to put on a remote show in daylight. He came out to the roof once or twice a day and took off in a low spiral, staying close enough that he could always hear the bells and chimes that would guide him home. The whole school turned out for these maneuvers—classrooms emptied out, dust mops and cook pots were left unattended so that everyone could watch the angel glide and dive through the scented spring air. I knew it wouldn’t be long before these displays no longer
than where I went? Don’t you go anywhere by yourself?” “Of course.” All the time. But when she came back, Radha knew friends would be waiting for her. “But I thought you weren’t celibate anymore.” “Ah.” That was all? Ah? “So?” she pressed. He moved quickly. Across the floor above, down the stairs—within a moment, he stood at the bottom of the steps, regarding her with a penetrating stare. “So?” he repeated. “So . . . what? I don’t know what you’re getting at. You want the list? It’s not
would you be comfortable? The library?” “No. It’s . . . it’s closed.” Radha met Marc’s gaze. The girl broke into a vampire’s house, but worried about a closed library? “The football field,” Miklia said. “No one’s here right now. And it’s open.” Wide open, a public space, free of witnesses—and apparently, the girls were already there. Radha’s instincts were telling her that something was off. “When?” Marc asked. “Can you be here in ten minutes?” “Yes.” “We’ll be here. Thank you.” The girl
her. “All of us within the House of Daryon carry genes from many different subspecies. Our mother was a Demon. My father was a normal human. Daniel’s father was a powerful Acoustic. We both played the genetic lottery and got different prizes.” He left out rape, imprisonment, and murder. It sounded much better this way. “Did Daniel hoard food as a child?” She was perceptive. He would have to remember that. “Yes.” “And you took care of him?” “Yes.” Because nobody else would. “Why doesn’t he
she could slip away and go through the gate, she could get away. Nobody would find her in the confusion . . . “Lady Karina,” Arthur’s voice rang out. She snapped back to look at him. The gaze of his blue eyes bore into her. “Stay close. We must hold until the evacuation is complete. Lucas may have need of your services.” His voice was soft but his eyes left her no doubt—he knew what she was thinking and escape was futile. Arthur turned and looked out to the plain. She looked, too, raising