Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Exile of Angels by Ron C. Nieto


Fall
From Grace
Exile
of Angels Book 1
by
Ron C. Nieto


Genre:
Urban Fantasy

Hell
was meant to be a timeless prison. It’s not.



Henry
Black, former Archangel of Secret Knowledge, wants some peace of mind
after untold millennia locked up in Hell, but the guilt of inhabiting
a body that is not his own and of having left behind his brothers and
sisters still damned to solitary confinement eats him up inside.

Old
sins are hard to cleanse.

He
thinks he can atone by doing the right thing—play the older brother
to his host body’s kin while upturning every secret buried in
Creation until he finds a way to free every single angel who fell—but
with every fact uncovered, he finds himself one step further from the
release he craves and one step closer to more chains that
bind.

Maybe
the only way to be at peace with himself is to face a new war head
on…





Excerpt:

Excerpt 2

What could I tell him? I pinched the bridge of my nose, my other hand drumming a pattern on my stomach. I’m breaking my brothers and sisters out of Hell. That might unleash Hell on Earth, but really, it’s not as bad as humans have made it sound. After all, you still like me, right? It’s not like you could tell the difference between me and the real Henry. It’ll be the same for the rest, I promise. I just need to track down a few symbols to add to the ritual Bishop’s using to pull us out one by one and tinker with it until I can ram the Gates of Hell wide open for everyone to come out at once.
Yes. Of course. That would have been the best thing to say.
“Do you know how the Nazis were obsessed with hunting down relics of the occult?” I asked instead. I couldn’t give Phillip the truth, but the more nuggets of it he got, the less danger he’d be in.
The words dropped between us like corpses. They left in their wake the same silent, repulsed surprise. It stretched long enough that I questioned my choice of comparison. Phillip did remember that Nazi bit from his World History classes, didn’t he?
He had taken World History classes, right?
“This mafia group,” Phillip began, speaking slowly, as if wrapping his mind around what he said took up every bit of his concentration.
“Mafia-like group,” I corrected him, out of habit.
Phillip waved my comment aside. “Yeah. Whatever. They want to get their hands on some… what, exactly?”
I winced. “You know how the Temple of Jerusalem was built in one day by King Solomon?” That reference was more out-there than the Nazi one, but it was so convenient to slip the truth into the lie that I couldn’t resist.
Phillip’s gaze bore down on me. It was all but burning a hole through the side of my head. He sustained the stare far longer than any normal man should be capable of, too.
“That’s fiction, Henry.”
No, it really wasn’t. “What does it matter? The artifacts Hitler sought weren’t but legends, and still he dedicated one entire army to hunting them down.”
Silence. Lots of silence. At least ten minutes’ worth of it, solid and heavy.
“Did they ask you to research this, ah… ?”
“Key of Solomon,” I supplied.
“… Key of Solomon,” he said. I didn’t look at him, but it sounded like he was tasting the words, sounding them out to see if they were any more plausible coming from his own mouth. “Is that why they asked you to come here?”
No. “Yes.” Partly.
More silence. In Henry’s memory, Phillip had never been so quiet.
“Okay. How can I help?” he asked at last.
I did turn to look at him then. The wintry sun of bleary Detroit came slanted through the window, stinging my too-fair eyes and teasing rich highlights from Phillip’s hair. It reminded me of a ray of hope, and it brought a thought of Henry’s to mind. Phillip belonged to the light, Henry never did. Could I drag him down to my personal war, under the pretense of loyalty to a brother who was long gone from the flesh I inhabited?
Yes.
Yes, I could.












Rise
To Freedom
Exile
of Angels Book 2

I
am a demon possessing the body of the late Malik Sadik. 
Truth.

Yes,
the former Archangel of Truth now inhabits the body of coffeehouse
barista Malik Sadik. But Malik wasn’t a willing participant to this
possession, not like Henry Black. The human Henry Black willingly
gave over his body to the Archangel of Secret Knowledge. Malik, on
the other hand, was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.


I
still feel human. 
Truth.


Yes,
Malik still feels human. But he’s not human and a war is brewing.
When Hell threatens to unravel and its black hunger eats and corrupts
those Malik has learned to care about, he must make a choice between
what he knew as an angel and what he has begun to feel as a man.


So,
what happens when Truth isn’t right?



Ron
C. Nieto is a fantasy and romance author who has been writing in her
secluded fortress for the longest time. Recently, she had a talk with
her cat and decided that she should share her creations, because it
was selfish to hoard them all for herself.










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  1. Thanks for hosting this great, fun tour and letting us find out about terrific books to read. Thanks also for the great giveaway.

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