Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room.

Nothing. Ridiculous.

She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence."

All quiet.

Jim buried his face in his hands, his bald head reddening. Talia felt bad for her mocking tone. The man was crazy, but also desperately in love.

"You're too nice," Adam observed. "It might take more of a command to get her to come out."

Talia rolled her eyes. A command - those came all too easy to Adam. This was the last time, and she was done.

She raised her voice. "Lady Amunsdale. Come here. Now."

A pause, then a distorted voice whined.

Erin Kellison

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The trouble with being an angel on Earth was that he was still a man. He got hungry. He thirsted. His lungs clamored without the draw of air. And for this woman, the only one in a thousand years, his body and soul ached. The trick was to will his mind, and ignore the Earthly sensations, as he'd done so many times with pain and trouble. Desire was no different, a call of the flesh. He could divide himself-acknowledge the lust and act on intellect. But see, the trouble with being an angel was that he was still a man.

Erin Kellison

Stichwörter: man flesh desire angel

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