Angie Sage Books Novels & Stories

The rift in the astral plain began to groan as their lives shifted it once more. Sage had made it home late. She knew Jared was still at the shooting range. The group had been doing their best at living a normal life, but lately, it had become hard. Sage knew that she needed to read the books her father had revealed that awful night. Walking into the kitchen were the boxes that lay hap hazard Sage ran her fingertips across the one box that happened to be on the kitchen table. “Well, AJ time to get the show on the road. I have no idea what I am going to find out in them.” Muttered Sage. She ran her hand down AJ’s back and was greeted with a bark and a wag of his question mark shaped tail.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

Sage thought for a moment, "At first, yes, but then I realized they do not see it as money, they see it as making us happy, that is their love language." "I am still adjusting." "You will," she said, "just enjoy it, you earned this peace." Our next stop was not designer stores but a real bookstore where we could actually browse without salespeople hovering. I found a data ethics book I had been wanting and Sage rolled her eyes. "You are on vacation and buying workbooks?" "I love my job," I said defensively. "That is what makes you perfect for Zayn," she said while we walked to a coffee shop. "You have your own thing and you are not just there living off him as his girlfriend."

I don't attempt to snap, but weariness and exasperation have eroded my patience. "No," he allows. "But berating yourself is not going to make it so. You're still our best bet for breaking the curse. Awake or not." I prefer the feeling, although I don't believe it. Sage summons me to her cabin mid-morning. She sits among piles of books that are centuries old, some of which dissolve on her fingers when she touches them. Her eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep and too much reading. "I've made some references," she states suddenly. "Empath awakening records. Not many, but enough to establish a pattern."

“Sorry, I didn’t think of that. I had to stop at the kitchen, and Elenita entertained me with the horoscope today -” “Stop, blabbering. I’m opening the door.” I said, walking to the door and opening it. When I returned to my table, Angela pretended to read the documents in the folder. “What are you doing?” I asked amusedly. “You said I should read this,” she sneered at me. I nodded, standing beside her. “Angela, I know you were born genius, but I doubt if you could read the numbers that way,” I turned the folder around so she could easily read them.

I slam the door of my office shut, walking into my room. Closing the door behind me, I lean on it, gazing at Sage. She had a new dress on and also her hair was combed and braided neatly. So this was what Angie was doing here for so long. Sage sniffles, looking up at me as I take my blazer and shirt off, slipping into the covers with her. I open my arms for her but instead of jumping into them, Sage flinches back. " I'm not going to hurt you, baby." I whisper, as she scrunches her nose, contemplating her choices.

Marigold looked at her and said simply “Angel likes taking care of people, helping them. It helps her work through her issues.” She briefly explained the center Angel was opening, and about her ranch, and the people she’d basically adopted as her family. About the rescue horses they would adopt and rehab. The counselor nodded and said, “Some people see all the horror and turn it into a positive and some can never get past the horror.” Meanwhile in the room, Angel was mildly surprised by the dominance that Jackson displayed but she knew she’d win, he just didn’t know it yet. It was Kaleb who asked, “What’s your name?” Never taking her eyes from the staring contest with Jackson she said simply

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

I know what is real, don’t I? We port to the library, and the comforting scent of old paper and dust engulfs me. I breathe in deeply, trying to keep my calm. I can already sense my bonds worrying about the emotions they are feeling coming from me. If I don’t relax, they’ll hunt me down. Sage is perched on a stepladder, pulling down a worn leather-bound book when she turns and sees us all. Her eyes widen slightly. “Did something happen?” “You could say so. Harper told us you think she has a rare gift. What do you think it is?” Deacon asks.

And then, once that was over, we could begin. “I've been researching,” Angela began almost immediately. We all watched as she pulled out a large, tattered book from her bag. It looked ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the leather cover cracked and worn. “There might be a way to help Alvin.” My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. Angela shook her head, flipping open the book. She opened it to a page and shoved it into the middle of the table, tapping on the page with her finger. “His hand.”