EARTH ANGEL by Charlie Kenmore: There are seven parallel worlds known as the Seven Realms which are separated by a Veil. Six are inhabited by all manner of entities, some natural, some not. That may not be the case for much longer. The first portion of the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens has been fulfilled. The Anarch, who is one with the Veil, has escaped. If she chooses, she can part or drop the Veil or she can lift the Veil in its entirety. The Seven Realms will converge. The laws of physics and magic will collide head on. Unless she is stopped, there will be nothing left.
Queen Amura has called for an assembly of the signatories to the High Sidhe’s Second Accords, a multi-realm peace treaty to consider how to deal with the threat of the Anarch. An Earthside TechnoWitch and other dark forces also are seeking to control the Anarch. Prince Dzhok (Jack), High Sidhe Ambassador Salash (Jack’s oldest friendand lover), and Valkyrie Brunhilde set out to find and befriend the Anarch before all is lost.
An Interview with Queen Angel, of the House of the Earth Angel:
BERTRAM: Who are you?
QUEEN ANGEL: My name is Angel. For almost eight millennia, I didn’t have a name. I was supposed to be a sacrifice, so I wasn’t named. I escaped and got trapped in the Veil that separates the Seven Realms. After I escaped, I met Salash, the High Sidhe Ambassador to the Qpiad. She named me Angel. I liked it, and the name stuck.
BERTRAM: Where do you live?
QUEEN ANGEL: The House of the Earth Angel is currently negotiating for land in the First Realm. Our Earthside Island was destroyed by Oceanus.
BERTRAM: Are you the hero of your own story?
QUEEN ANGEL: As it turned out, I was, despite the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens.
BERTRAM: What is your problem in the story?
QUEEN ANGEL: According to the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens, I was supposed to be the Anarch who destroyed the Veil. The laws of magic and physics were supposed to collide head on, destroying virtually everything in the Six Inhabited Realms. There were several heavy hitter villains, including Loki, Setekh and Shiva who enlisted the unknowing aid of a body stealing Earthside TechnoWitch and her demon to try to control me. Fortunately, Salash and her friends found me first.
BERTRAM: How do your friends see you?
QUEEN ANGEL: My friends see me as a symbol of hope, a savior of sorts. I think that’s why Salash named me the Earth Angel.
BERTRAM: How do your enemies see you?
QUEEN ANGEL: I will always be the Anarch in their eyes. I’m pretty sure that’s the case in the eyes of Queen Amura of the Qpiad and Salash’s father, High Lord Athol of the High Sidhe. No matter what I do to try to convince them that I mean them no harm, they will always see me as a harbinger of destruction.
BERTRAM: How does the author see you?
QUEEN ANGEL: Who?
BERTRAM: Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
QUEEN ANGEL: I’m sorry. You’ve lost me. Oh, you mean the Scribe? The Scribe does a pretty good job for a human. Humans can be fairly narrow minded. Indeed, the Inter-Realm Commission on the Reintegration of Earthside is still several years from finishing its recommendations. But I had lunch the other day with Mnemosyne and a couple of her daughters, and they all agreed that the Scribe seems receptive enough. I really don’t have any complaints.
BERTRAM: What are your achievements?
QUEEN ANGEL: My crowning achievement is my daughter Flos with Prince Dzhok of the Qpiad. She’s six now. She can be a real handful, particularly after she goes to bed since she learned how to astrally project at age three. As to the rest, the Scribe has several of the official records, but they are still under temporal seal.
BERTRAM: Do you talk about your achievements?
QUEEN ANGEL: I could talk about Flos all day. But as to the rest, not so much. I’m tired of the paper work you have to fill out from the farseers and the Oracle at Delphi every time you make an unauthorized disclosure of future events.
BERTRAM: Do you keep your achievements to yourself?
QUEEN ANGEL: See 10 supra. I can allude to certain past events like the destruction of the island (The Flow of Magic), but I really can’t discuss the rest of my role in those affairs until the Scribe publicly discloses the records.
BERTRAM: Do you have any special strengths?
QUEEN ANGEL: Special to whom? To me, they’re perfectly natural. Since I spent over 7,000 years in the Veil, apparently I now control all of the powers of the entities’ spirits that support and maintain the Veil.
BERTRAM: Do you have any special weaknesses?
QUEEN ANGEL: As Oceanus amply demonstrated, anything that harms the Veil knocks me on my pallid ass. Demon magic throws me a curve as well.
BERTRAM: Was there a major turning point in your life?
QUEEN ANGEL: As I mentioned earlier, in my youth, I didn’t have a name. I didn’t have any self awareness. I was supposed to be a sacrifice to maintain the Veil for the House of Odin under the terms of the High Sidhe’s First Accords, an inter-Realm peace treaty. I didn’t know that I was just an intended sacrifice. I just existed until one day, Loki came and caused me to question my existence. For the first time, I developed a sense of self awareness, which immediately gave rise to a sense of self-preservation. That’s when escaped from the House of Odin.
BERTRAM: How do you envision your future?
QUEEN ANGEL: I don’t. The House of the Earth Angel has an account at the Oracle at Delphi. We use the Indiana, USA, Earthside branch.
I’ve got to pick up Flos. Thanks so much for having me on your blog.
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Jack took a moment, and then he saw the light. Unfortunately, it appeared to be attached to an oncoming train. Jack was no pacifist. Like Salash, he would kill to protect his children (and had). But as a pansexual high blood Prince of the Human Whisperers and Allied Kinds, “make love, not war” was not a mere platitude, but rather was the very core of his being. Jack knew that he would have little influence on the upcoming gathering in Paradox. This was not a symposium. It was a war council. The outcome was fairly certain. His Mother and her allies would seek to kill the Chosen. And they would fail miserably.
“We have to find her first.”
You’ve got mail.
Salash reached over and pulled the MAPP out of Jack’s pocket. She rolled down her window, and with a flick of her wrist, sent it pin wheeling into a fresh steaming pile of bison dung. Salash paused and scanned the tree line. She was fairly certain at least one of the shadows had flinched.