The battle had been epic, unprecedented. No one had ever conceived that two angels might face each other in combat, certainly not two as powerful as the Functionary and her brother. But there they had stood in the empty woods, drawing upon the life of Creation itself to fuel their strikes against one another. She had bruised him, but in the end her ( Read more... )

There is nothing where she exists, except for light, her body, and soul. It is not purgatory; that is a place she knows to be very much like our own existence. It is not warmly aglow and bathed in comfort like the Paradise she formerly resided in, nor the Heaven below it. The closest she can identify it with is Hell, in its harshness; but Hell ( Read more... )