Intrepid warrior angel Malachi faces the fiercest adversaries in warfare through the centuries, fighting alongside the boldest of gods to defend humankind from the Seraph Rebellion.
Sent to York in the 1620s, Malachi unexpectedly falls in love with keen and ardent alchemist Daphne Heatherton. For Malachi, Daphne’s returned devotion is a tenuous gift of fate.
Dark machinations set into play by the fallen archangel Gideon-leader of the Rebellion-bring Malachi to the brink of defeat and put him to the ultimate test.
Will he chose a mortal love, or will he remain… BY IMMORTAL HONOR BOUND?
Alchemy, myth, passion, science, history, and legend converge in a timeless battle. Will honor or love prove to be the most powerful element of all?
Thoth’s black eyes glittered with wrath. “Malachi has been here only five Risings of Sopdet and Harvests. The Celestials see fit to send him already, in this mere drop of time, to watch over a philosopher?” He asked then drew a breath. “Surely, they can find another Guardian to send from your legions of warrior angels?” Thoth brought his sharp, curved beak within a linen cloth’s breadth of Raphael’s face. Behind Raphael, coveys of limestone pebbles rolled, and dust billowed from the temple structure onto the stone floor.
Raphael’s unflinching, ocean-blue gaze remained on Thoth. Thoth peered at Raphael, his anger in palpable waves emanated from his massive, unyielding body. His black beak elongated and curved into a vicious hook at the end. Raphael’s aura shimmered, gold flecks darting about his body. With a low, frustrated growl, Thoth leaned back and rested his right shoulder against the seat back of his throne. His beak returned to its original length, and he gave a negligent wave of his left hand. “You need not fear me, angel.” The fury ebbed from his voice and countenance. “At least, not at this time,” his voice shifted to subdued ice with the promise of future threat. “Tell me of this philosopher and why Malachi is needed.”
Not breaking eye contact with Thoth, in spite of the god’s wrath, Raphael took a breath and responded, his hands open in front of him, “The Seraph view the confusion and fear caused by King Alexander’s sieges as an opportunity. They make it known they offer protection from Alexander to those who would turn and join them. Aristotle is Alexander’s confidante and advisor. If the Seraph take Aristotle out of the picture, chaos will ensue, and they will gain a sizeable advantage.”
Thoth stroked his beak in thought as he listened. “Go on.”
“Aristotle’s philosophy is counterproductive to the Seraph rebellion. Celestia has determined it critical for Aristotle to have protection.”
“That is all well and good for Aristotle and Alexander, angel,” Thoth’s voice was intonated with sarcasm. “Please, share with me how my temple will be protected.”
“I believe you will find Katherine the Adamantine quite capable. She is one of our most formidable assassins and guardians, a Sekhmet lioness warrior of the ancients, and of the Nile,” Raphael answered.
“‘Quite capable’, you say, Raphael? Hmm?” issued a low, contralto female voice from thin air near Thoth’s throne.