Trainee priest Taylor, acting as church caretaker while Father O'Hanlon is in hospital, receives an expected visit from the oddly-named Ariel, who is badly wounded. Taylor can only do his best to help his charge while hoping the biker gang members staking out his church respect the Holy sanctuary. But Ariel heals fast and a physical attraction begins to build between them, which Taylor can't resist. How can any mortal say no to the physical perfection of an angel fallen to Earth?
Adult content warning, contains scenes of a highly sexual nature, plus references that may offend religious persons.
A novelette, length 11,000 words.
He’d turned his head and was staring at me again. Initially I’d thought his eyes were an icy blue. But they seemed different now, warmer, much less intimidating. The softer lamplight, no doubt.
Perhaps it was because I’d neglected to eat earlier, and was also dog tired because I’d lost a lot of sleep while I’d been staying here—it’s not easy to sleep when crazy people are running around the streets all night smashing windows and fighting and shrieking like loons. But I was feeling lightheaded and groggy and maybe that was why I found myself looking at an angel lying on the bed, golden and naked, his huge white wings tucked under his body. As delusions go, this was the craziest thing I’d ever imagined. Yet it seemed so real. My gaze traveled down the angel’s body, taking in every detail of his perfect physical form.
I turned away and gave my eyes a slow massage. When I opened them again the golden winged angel was gone and Ariel was lying there again, for which I supposed I was thankful.
“I was thinking about stitching your wound,” I said.
Adult content warning, contains scenes of a highly sexual nature, plus references that may offend religious persons.
A novelette, length 11,000 words.
He’d turned his head and was staring at me again. Initially I’d thought his eyes were an icy blue. But they seemed different now, warmer, much less intimidating. The softer lamplight, no doubt.
Perhaps it was because I’d neglected to eat earlier, and was also dog tired because I’d lost a lot of sleep while I’d been staying here—it’s not easy to sleep when crazy people are running around the streets all night smashing windows and fighting and shrieking like loons. But I was feeling lightheaded and groggy and maybe that was why I found myself looking at an angel lying on the bed, golden and naked, his huge white wings tucked under his body. As delusions go, this was the craziest thing I’d ever imagined. Yet it seemed so real. My gaze traveled down the angel’s body, taking in every detail of his perfect physical form.
I turned away and gave my eyes a slow massage. When I opened them again the golden winged angel was gone and Ariel was lying there again, for which I supposed I was thankful.
“I was thinking about stitching your wound,” I said.
