House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare watched Caidrian walk leisurely beside her, at first glance he was the epitome of an underdog warrior, long torso, solid statue, not too broad shoulders. One would think he looked very young to be her father, but not to her, she could see the wisdom hidden in his eyes. The pain and loss which hardened his features and emotions could only have come from years of horror.

“Stop staring at me Clare, you do that to the wrong descendant they'll see it as a challenge of dominance.”

She was tired and her feet ached, applying unwanted pressure on the blisters forming underneath her feet wasn't helping. Nor was Caidrian who carried on talking, expecting her to keep up, “The mark on your stomach is a seal, most Lightwatchers have many of those if the demon dies the mark goes away eventually, but a Tempters mark, never fully heals, so it’s not wise to stare, some are marked on their faces.

Also, I must warn you, over the years our kind have mixed with other species, they called Fuized, but our ANGELIC blood remains strong, no matter how different some may seem. Unfortunately, some Lightwatchers don’t feel that way, so keep your mouth shut if you hear anything, or see one of them.”

to drink. She looked at her packets, her eyes widening a fraction in the hope of remembering the

in her head, “That princess is for you to decide.” What did it mean, was it really all

walks on, you’re

later they stopped, the view was magnificent. Virgin territory that went on forever, with born landscapes of tall mountains clothed in green grass and shoed with sandy floors and generous slopes, as they stretched over

green grass stick mixed with gold bindings attached to his left hand. Older in age, an easy fifty years or so, his eyes, black, no eyebrows, instead of in its place were tattoos

but he ignored her. She brushed it off, not taking it as an insult more of an

Clare followed Caidrian and vigilantly nodded her head. The Caster hit his stick twice on the ground and a high stretched golden door became visible before her very eyes. It was like watching a