We're wrapping up this week, and starting a new month, with a virtual book excerpt for the urban fantasy novel Uriel's Fall by Loralie Hall.
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Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she's a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity's secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits.
She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn't a complete dickhead.
As she searches for solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer's descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she's absolutely going on final written warning.
Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, while stopping the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at Ubiquity. Almost.
Gabriel shut off the engine, calling after Michael, “Closest town is almost forty miles away.”
“I've got time,” Michael replied without glancing back.
Footsteps scrambled on the dirt, and a few seconds later Gabriel fell into step next to him. Dust climbed the legs of Gabriel's slacks, mingling with the khaki. “We need to talk.”
Michael shook his head. “Nope.” It wasn't that he didn't like Gabriel. Or rather … no, he just didn’t like Gabriel. He was nice enough. He was efficient at his job. But Michael had never gotten over the storms of fire and brimstone he'd used to make a name for himself back in the day. Every angel had their specific job, and way back when, a lot of them had thought graphic and rampant genocide was the best teacher. Gabriel had wiped out entire civilizations without a second thought.
There were times when Michael swore the movies had it wrong. It wouldn’t be computers or robots who destroyed humanity ‘for their own good.’ It would be a misguided angel. Probably not a demon though. Lucifer tolerated far more ‘creative learning’—also known as ‘poke it with a stick, and see what you learn.’
“We have a problem,” Gabriel said.
He was still there? Michael didn't look at him. “No. I have problems. You have problems. We don't have problems.”
“Lucifer has a new pet.” The last two words fell between them, landing in unsettled dust.
Author bio and links:
Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.
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