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"In his hands he carries the scraps of his wings, feathers scorched from Michael's burning blade. He does not grieve for them, not yet..."

Efraim Morningstar was a mere sentinel, tasked with guarding the gates of Heaven, when he held a soul in his hands for the very first time. His world shifted, his devotion to God and his brothers and sisters swayed by this being with no name, no body, no life. And when he asks to be by their side, his brothers become enraged by such a thought, that he's cast out of Heaven and down to Earth below. But before he can find this soul on earth, his connection to his divinity is severed, and he falls into the care of his brother as he begins his life anew as a mortal man....

Damaris Evans has lost focus on the things that make him happy. He's falling, falling, and just before he reaches the very bottom he finds himself in the arms of a man that feels as if he's been plucked from the Heavens, made just for him. Efraim Morningstar has a pull to him that Damaris can't ignore, one that not even Efraim seems to understand himself....