All the rage left Chi like air being let out of a balloon. How do you mean?
When I die, its not because of anything that Noah does. Its something that happens inside me. Maybe his love brings it out, but--its my fault. That has to be part of the curse, only I have no idea what it means. All I know is, I saw a look in his eyes right before I died--its always the same.
He tilted his head. So far.
I make him miserable more than I make him happy, she said. If he hasnt given up on me, he should. I cant do this to him anymore.
She dropped her head into her hands.
Lawrence ? Chi sat on her knee. There was the strange tenderness hed shown when she first met him. Do you want to put this endless charade to rest? For Daniels sake?
Lawrence looked up and wiped her eyes. You mean, so he wont have to go through this again? Theres something I can do?
When you assume one of your past selfs
In the darkness before him, a figure slowly filtered into view. First, the wings: undersized and gossamer-thin. Then the body deepened in color just enough for Noah to see a small, pale angel sharing his Announcer. Noah did not know him. The angels features were soft and innocent-looking, like a babys. In the cramped tunnel, his fine blond hair blew across his silver eyes in the wind that Daniels wings sent back each time they pulsed. He looked so young, but of course, he was just as old as any of them. Who are you? Noah asked again. How did you get in here? Are you Scale? Yes. Despite his innocent, infantile appearance, the angels voice was gravel-deep. He reached behind his back for a moment, and Noah thought perhaps he was hiding something there--perhaps one of his kinds trapping devices--but the angel simply turned around to reveal the scar on the back of his neck. The seven-pointed gold insignia of the Scale. Im Scale. His deep v
Chi watched Lawrence pick it up. Gotta look ones best in the afterlife. He was sitting atop the head of a startlingly lifelike sculpture of the former pharaoh. Laylas mind told Lawrence that this sculpture represented the pharaohs ka, his soul, and it would watch over the tomb-- the real pharaoh lay mummified behind it. Inside the limestone sarcophagus would be nested wooden coffins; inside the smallest one of them: the embalmed pharaoh. Watch out, Chi said. Lawrence hadnt even realized she was resting her hands on a small wooden chest. That contains the pharaohs entrails. Lawrence jerked away and slid the star shot out from her dress. When she picked it up, its shaft warmed her fingers. Is this really going to work? If you pay attention and do as I say, Chi said. Now, the soul resides directly in the center of your being. To reach it, you must draw the blade precisely down the middle of your ches
Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her. Then, as if someone had pinched out a candle, there was a quick hiss and everything went black. A cold wind crept up behind her. Goose bumps spread across her skin. She hugged her body closer, drawing up her knees and realizing with a jolt of surprise that no grou
Chapter 1: The Magazine ModelClementine Hunter was sitting close to a desk filled with lots of worn-out books when her father, Matthew Hunter arrived.He was smiling as he got closer to her and touched her on her left shoulder to comment on how beautiful she looked at the moment. She smiled back, blinking her eyes sharply but carefully."How long are you going to be single?" Mr. Matthew asked.Clementine stood up from the seat she was sitting on and laughed calmly. "Why are you concerned about my relationship status?" She asked."You are my daughter," Mr. Matthew replied, walking closer to a shelf that was a few meters away from him and pulling a romantic novel. "You still read this all the time?""I try not to, Dad," Clementine eyed her father playfully. “It is hard to not think about being with a man these days especially when you are thinking about working all the time.”Mr. Matthew paused and nodded in a way that ma
Chapter 2. The Law FirmNoah Hudson raised his head towards the sky as he saw his close friend, Freddie approaching him from afar. His neat hair stood out firmly, pushing out the beauty of his outfit."The room is a perfect square," Freddie said as he shook hands with Noahmln"It was also very cavernous. I could bet my life that the ceiling soared an astonishing five hundred feet overhead, supported by monolithic columns of granite.""What are you talking about?" Noah asked, rather confused."I am referring to your dream of a grand law firm merged with my hotel, with over five hundred rooms inside it.""I see," Noah eyes shrank as he invited Freddie to a plastic blue table rounded by three plastic white chairs almost touching each other."When are you going to start considering my idea
Chapter 3: Forbes' Editor in chief"This is the second time in a row that my name has been excluded from the Forbes’ list of billionaires in the United States of America," Matthew Hunter complained to Clementine as he read the magazine he was holding in his hand for the second time in a row."Maybe they don't consider your wealth to be genuine," Clementine suggested, trying to piss her father off."But, that is untrue. I have worked very hard to be where I am today in life. Even though, it is common for a man of my calibre to be involved in some shady business some times, the larger part of my wealth has come from honest negotiations. I am a clean businessman with a big heart for Legal practice, contract, legal practice, tourism and the beauty of nature.I see no reason why Forbes magazine would exclude my name from a list of the wealthiest men in this country.""Maybe they hate your guts and ar
Chapter 4. The LamborghiniClementine Hunter just returned from the firm, back home. Exhausted, famished and slightly irritated. She sighed as she tossed her hand bag to the cushion. Sinking into it's comforting embrace afterwards.After a few minutes, she stood up, restless, and uncomfortable. She walked upstairs to her room, switching the light on as she walked in.Her eyes were first attracted to the mirror on her left. She stared blankly at it, as she turned slowly side ways, admiring her curves.With both hands, she shook her hair, and peered at them intensely. A strand of hair in her head had turned grey."Hmmm" she sighed.Pulling it out instantly. She was too young to begin sprouting grey hairs already, she thought.Still staring at the mirror, Clementine reflected on the happenings around the firm that day."His hot anyway" her though
Chapter 5. Noah HudsonSpeeding in her new Lamborghini, Clementine Hunter and her best friend Violet, yelled each time they made a sharp turn along the road.Violet wanted her to venture into deeper routes with fewer cars. Routes as the country side roads and the island highway. Edinburgh was a big city.Though Mr. Matthew's Law Firm was situated at London. Commuting wasn't a problem, since he had a private jet…Mr. Matthew had a fleet of real estates scattered around the country.He wasn't very much into real estate, even though the bulk of his money came from real estates.Mr. Matthew had three wealth managers and three estate managers. Young Noah Hudson was an expect in Law, but he owned and operated an insurance company too.Noah had first met Matthew in a real estate summit programme, organized an