House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

A little kid, a girl, with light brown short hair, smiling at a lady and a man, who sat on a bench in the middle of a snowing seasoned park, she didn’t recognize these people, and focused on the girl as she said, “Ok mama and papa, I love you.”

Her mind moved quickly to an older girl about seven or eight, whom she recognized as herself, except the girls’ hair was black and her eyes… Clare couldn’t make out her eyes, but they weren’t green, was it her? She looked similar to Clare, but the girl was engaged in martial arts, with a young version of Caidrian and a little boy, who looked similar to herself that she knew now, with brown hair and green eyes.

Flashes and glimpses of her brother Nathan when he was younger soared through her mind like a slide of clips, first, a teenager sparring with the girl she presumed must’ve been her. His scratchy voice, “Sister, sister, be strong, the stance determines the skill.” He glided his feet and swept her legs off the ground.

The images faded like dust, and another appeared of her mother so happy, chasing her around a big wooden-floored house, and then, she spotted Raphael teaching her knife throwing and angelic words, “Armah, water, remember that one Ella and you get chocolate.”

Another glimpse with Raphael, his kind eyes looking to the ceiling as a young Clare called to him, and ran into a lounge area, squealing, “Uncle, uncle,” he grabbed her around her waist, like a little doll when she jumped on top of the brown leather sofas and tickled her. She wailed, screeching in delight, “Uncle, I swear it was Nathan.”

Something about him was different, yet there was a familiarity to him, a softness behind that hard exterior, not the cold Asguardian that cursed at her with the stench of venom on his lips.

but she was remembering, a shrill of hope sparkled inside her, as she recalled him taking her to

to die, then a dim light shone around her body. She flashed and caught an image of her ten-year-old self, as she gracefully glided a sword through the air, slicing meaner

moves faster than she could catch on a blind eye, her reflexes were

real than the next, (her mother sitting with Calub, helping him with his trick cards, she saw her little brother, his innocence to the world reflecting through her mind, his magician

sections, she recalled her mother telling her, “People can’t know.”

guys, UNCLE,” She was ten, her hair was black and her eyes covered by an extremely long fringe,

her nose, “I’m out, Ella girl,

your brothers?” Ten-year-old Clare rolled her eyes, “Calub’s in his

front seats watching Caidrian drive, she remembered that she really wanted to drive, but Caidrian refused, so she watched him instead, so when Nathan finally took her secretly she wouldn’t