Silver Wings

❝...she chuckled. It was a dark, husky thing that sent shivers skittering along his bones. The young man's eyes grew wide as saucers and he opened his mouth to say something, though nothing came out. Emma dragged her finger down the column of his neck and made a swiping motion across his throat with the tip of her finger. Her nail left a small scratch, slightly red and moderately visible.

Like the swipe of a knife at the enemy's throat...❞

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For Emma Blackbourne, life has always been about war.

The sun sets over the Western Front and rises once more over the Eatsern Front. But what is war for a warrior who was stolen from battle?

Where do you go when you have no home with the humans, or any other creature, for that matter?

Emma Blackbourne does not know what she is, and though she'd rather not find out, it may just be the key to ending the war.

But under the surface of the ground, another war wages, it is of pointed ears and sharp teeth, of gold, silver and bronze feathers.

And of five angels, trapped beneath the earth, waiting for their saviour: the sixth.