Fallen Tears
By Sarah J. Pepper
Copyright © 2012 Sarah J. Pepper
Copyright
Edited by Lexi
Klenow
Cover art by Big Stock Photos & Vector Art
Author photo by Matt Hauschildt
Reference: American King James Version
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is merely coincidental.
All rights reserved.
DEDICATION
This novel was written especially for inspiring writers and the avid book readers. My journey as an author was somewhat unexpected. I’m a terrible speller, and my grammar has never been very strong – two huge handicaps for a writer. When I was younger, I never dreamed that the stories in my head would materialize on paper; the mere thought was laughable. However, my imagination got the best of me, and I fell in love with the written word. I hope that when you page through this novel, you’ll pick up on the hidden messages between the lines – love everlasting.
Thanks for being my personal cheerleader, Mom.
Teen Novels by Sarah J. Pepper
Of Course the World is Flat
Devil’s Lullaby –Ringer’s Masquerade Series
Death’s Melody –Ringer’s Masquerade Series
Forgotten – The Fate Trilogy
Fallen Tears
Prologue
Late Eighteenth Century
Clouds whirled around me as I clutched the soul of a young man in my hands. I held on tight, for it was my duty to deliver him to the afterlife.
To bestow
Death’s Kiss
was my most dangerous Talent – a celestial-power. I viciously pumped my powerful, crystalline wings that were hinged on my back. Wind surged around me as I soared into the sky.
My exhilaration escalated when I saw my sister, Jezebell, kneeling in front of pure white gates. Her wavy, crimson hair danced in the wind. The hues in her hair matched the tips of her wings, like they’d been dipped in scarlet paint. Her skin glistened like a ripple in a pool of water.
I landed gracefully next to her. The hem of my lustrous silk dress whirled around my ankles like it was tickling the clouds that I stood on. Kneeling, I held my hands up for her to see the glowing orb that was the soul. Her dazzling, chartreuse eyes sparkled when she touched it. Her expression told me that it was agonizing yet breathtaking to caress the mortal’s soul.
