Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance is purely coincident.
Author's Note: I thank all who read the prologue (also new readers) and I hope it was captivating enough for you to read my work. Please do provide your kind comments.
Appreciate it.
Enjoy ^_^
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Prologue:
Artist: Tamara Walker
Angel eyes..see the glory.
Angel eyes..know the story.
They see the hearts that break.
They see the love you make.
The story never ends.
Every heart thats been broken
by just a word thats been spoken.
Heaven keeps the score...
there's always something more,
if only you believe.
Every heart wants redemption
and deep inside there's a connection
thats waiting for the touch
it doesn't take too much
to set your spirit free.
Angel eyes see the morrow.
Angel eyes won't let sorrow
live inside your heart.
You've got a brand new start
if only you believe.
Every heart wants redemption
and deep inside there's a connection
that's waiting for the touch.
It doesn't take too much
to set your spirit free.
Angel eyes want to love you
and angels fly high above you.
The promise never ends.
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe.
The promise never ends.
The rainbow never bends,
if only you believe.
Every time I listen to this song I feel like I am floating in the beautiful mist with my arms out stretched to balance my flight. The cold wind blowing across my face brings a smile on my face and then I hear a chuckle as if someone is amused at my happiness. As I turn to see midair I realize it's not me who is flying but someone is holding me across his chest and taking me over the green meadows and clear streams. I catch only a glimpse of his set aristocrat chin with a dimple at center.
Chapter 1:
Solange loved to hike along the Shelter Cove. It was her haven from the busy city life in San Francisco. Walking along the steep terrain to reach the lighthouse and watch the sun set beyond the ocean forming a cascade of colors while the shadows of the night take over turning the ocean grey and providing the seclusion she was looking for. It was her best spot to think about her research.
There were very few religious historians left and her research was not making any progress. She was in her senior year at the University of California, San Francisco studying at the Department of Theology & Religious Studies. Her Professor had encouraged her to work on a research to understand "Angelology - The Doctrine of Angels". Solange was always fascinated by these mystic beings and the research was an opportunity of lifetime.
"Bright stars above
Guide me in my quest
To uncover the mysteries
Beyond the realm of humankind"
Oh those honey colored eyes watch me so intently flying me across the blue ocean so unknown to world beyond and I lose myself in their depth and just like that I felt myself fall deep into the ocean. "Ouch!! Oh those damn eyes always leave my bottom sore every morning. I swear never to dream of them again".
"Angel dear are your all right?" Aunt Gretchen called from kitchen.
"Yes Aunt Gretchen, it's nothing I just fell of my bed, again!" I said walking to the top of stairs.
"Oh poor dear, I hope at least you got rest. Why don't you come down I will have the breakfast ready for you before we go to the church."
"Thanks Aunt Gretchen, I will be down once I am ready".
On the way we met with few of Aunt Gretchen's quilt group friends, all walking to the church. Cape Mendocino is very small town located along the Pacific coast with beautiful beaches, steep plains to explore along the coast and its lighthouse. This coastal beauty is my home town where I was born and after my parents were gone, Aunt Gretchen took me in and never made me feel the loss.
The service went by quickly and we were waiting for father Smith at the entrance of the church when I felt a chill run down my spine as if I was being watched. I turned back to find everything as ever, people going about their business and mingling with others, nothing out of place, then I saw him.
He was an outsider, standing a head taller than all present with dark locks in haphazard but looking like the latest style from the ramp in his white v-neck t-shirt hugging his torso like a second skin and dark blue jeans showing his long legs. He was talking to Mrs. Evans oldest member of Cape Mendocino while helping her onto the high seat of her grandson's truck.
Then he saw directly at me and his eyes - they were the same honey colored eyes which drowned me every morning!!!
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My Angel Eyes - Watching over me
FantasySolange always wondered what is the thin line between reality and fantasy and didn't realize the truth she was yet to discover about her life. Will she walk the thin line between reality and fanatsy or will her logical thinking stop her from believi...
