It has been some time since I last posted updates outside of my socials, but I’d like to present YOU, my supporter, reader and friend with something special. This is a very small excerpt from King of Angels, my current project and hoped debut novel after my other works.

This is the beginning of a scene from the first chapter following the end of what I published over on Webnovel–read it here if you haven’t already.

Blurb: ‘This story follows Leo Cadmus, an ex-video game designer now long dead and in Heaven. His newfound bliss is shortly disrupted when he finds out his kind and good wife has gone to Hell instead of where she deserved to go. Leo must fight through a place called Heaven’s Colosseum to have his wish granted and wrongs set right. But, is it really going to be that simple to get the love of his life back?’

Interested? Have a read of the small piece below and enjoy!

Excerpt:

‘Leo,’ said a feminine voice.

Hazel.

‘Leo,’ said a gruffer voice. That’s right–he was Leo. Like watching a film on a screen, Leo sat in the backseat of his own body. The memory from Earth returned, but this time it was choppier–like trying to put a million pieces of shattered glass back together.

‘Hazel, you look stunning.’

‘It’s a shame I can’t watch you.’

‘Hazel, don’t let them get to you.’

Then, it was clear. The ravens watched him with eyes containing the fires of Hell itself. They smiled. But Leo didn’t know they were smiling back then. On that day, he walked back into his home without a second thought.

Stupid decision.

‘Now, should I give the cat a second tail to give it more of a fantasy vibe?’ he asked himself as he found his fridge and plucked a drink from the door. ‘Nah.’ He waltzed back to his desk and slumped into his chair. He really didn’t have a lot of work left, so maybe it was a good time to just watch a show. Leo swivelled to his monitor, and gazed into the black screen of its sleep mode. His own face looked back, a little tired compared to how he was going to look in the colosseum. It was a bit sad, really.

Something moved on the screen’s reflection behind him–a figure. Leo turned quickly to see a man in a tailored vest and silver cuffed dress shirt beneath. The man’s hair was combed back and he peered through thin black glasses. Not only that, but he was tall–basically a giant.

‘How did you get in here?’ Leo asked with a squeak.

Run, he’s bad news.

‘You left the front door open, and I needed to meet with you–urgently–Mr. Cadmus.’ The man adjusted his already perfectly fine gloves.

‘Did you know you can knock? Better yet–I have an intercom.’

‘Well it’s too late now, isn’t it?’

‘Sir, you need to leave. Besides, the 1800s, 1900s or whatever are calling.’

Oh, yeah, try to piss the guy off. Nice work.

‘Mr. Cadmus, you are not helping this situation.’

‘What situation? You in my house?’

‘No, Mr. Cadmus–the cataclysm.’

‘Sir, I don’t even know your name. What are you talking about and how do you know me?’

Run, Leo. The point of no return is coming.

‘My apologies, Mr. Cadmus. I am Michael.’