About the Book
Agent Yagil is a seasoned Guardian Angel, but his newest assignment is going to take every bit of strength and commitment he has.
Seventeen year old Amber Reynolds is looking for freedom and independence from her ridged lifestyle. Going behind her parents’ back, she takes a part-time job at the renowned Inn located within Ambrosial Acres.
As Agent Yagil watches over Amber, he discovers that despite its mysterious beauty, Ambrosial Acres hides a dark and supernatural secret.
Between Amber’s new coworker crushes, her menacing stalker, a mysterious online stranger, and the evil Agents out to lead her down a path of self destruction, Agent Yagil faces the fight of his career.
Life is all about choices.
Can he help Amber make the right ones, before it’s too late?
My name is Yagil and I’m a celestial agent.
The corporation I work for strives to protect and serve those residing in the earthly realm. As for the opposing corporation, their mission is the exact opposite. Regarding the superpowers of the world, even they are no match for us. For we are the most influential and powerful agencies ever to exist.
As I search the conference room, concern grips my being. My cohorts are nowhere in sight.
Where are Zadriel and Kiva? I hope they arrive before the Commander does.
Suddenly, the doors fly open. They whoosh inside—their snow-colored pinions rustling behind them—heading in my direction. Everyone ducks as they swoop down, knocking off several fedoras in the process. Purposely, of course. With amused grins etched across their faces, they land on either side of me.
“Where were you two?” I ask, switching my gaze between them.
“Right outside the building,” Kiva says. “We heard something rustling behind the myrtle tree.”
“So we went to investigate,” Zadriel adds.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Well, what did you find?”
“Burnt leaves and a putrid odor,” Kiva informs me.
“In other words, you found traces of—” The blasting of the shofars cuts me off mid-sentence, signaling us to prepare for His arrival. We bend a knee in honor and then the double doors swing open. Majesty fills the room as the Commander glides across the marble floor, strands of white hair billowing behind Him like a banner.
Every month, during the new moon, each agent, or guardian angel as we are sometimes called, reports to headquarters for a mandatory meeting. During this time, several things may occur—modification of assignments or handing out of new ones, promoting agents to a higher division, resolving issues pertaining to one’s subject, or being informed of any threats made by the opposing corporation.
“Greetings, agents. You may resume back to your original positions,” the Commander says, a glowing mist of flecked gold streaming from His mouth. “As you all know, General Fallon is to blame for eradicating the Edenic Order. However, the appointed time is drawing near and, soon enough, it will be reinstated.”
Shouts of joy break the solemn atmosphere. I can’t help but to share in my cohorts’ excitement. Since General Fallon resigned—the Commander’s right-hand man—we’ve had to resist the urge of taking matters into our own hands, enduring patience and self-control. Not an easy thing to do, knowing Fallon betrayed us by trying to take over the Commander’s position, wanting to take dominion over the earth and all of humanity. We have the power to annihilate his corporation at any given time, but because of our commitment and faithfulness to the Commander, we have restrained ourselves from doing so.
The Commander throws up a mighty hand to silence us. “But before this happens, and the books are closed, the winning of human souls must continue as certain events begin to unfold. In the meantime, continue to stay alert and be of sober mind, knowing your competitors prowl around like roaring lions, seeking those who they can devour. And when you return to your assigned locations, make sure to pass this information along to your substitutes, thanking them for guarding your subjects during your absence. This meeting is now adjourned.”
As I follow the others to the mounting zone, a thunderous voice calls out my name. I stop in my tracks and swallow the lump in my throat.
Why does the Commander want to speak with me—in private?
I weave through a sea of agents, making my way to the front of the room. I come to a halt and gaze up into a pair of fiery eyes.
“Agent Yagil, you will be assigned to another subject,” the Commander says matter-of-factly.
What? Is He serious?
“Without going into detail, the agent you will be replacing is being demoted. With your outstanding qualifications, I know you will do an excellent job.”
“But what about Mr. Murray? I’ve been looking after him for forty years. And I expected to be with him until the end. The way it is supposed to be.”
“Do not worry about him. He will be in good hands. Agent Malachi will do an excellent job,” He says assuredly. “I know this is difficult, but be of good cheer. For I have chosen you, out of all the others, to take part in the prophecy.”
“I’m speechless. Thank you, Commander,” I reply, feeling a great sense of honor. “Well, when shall my new assignment begin?”
“Immediately.” Without hesitation, He adds, “And here are the details concerning your new subject. Her name is Amber Reynolds, she is seventeen years old, and she lives in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. You can find the rest of her information inside her portfolio.”
Suddenly, everything around me becomes blurry. My chest tightens and it’s hard to breathe. My entire being begins to tingle all over.
This can’t be happening. I think—I think I’m having an anxiety attack.
The sound of the Commander’s voice fades with every word, and all I can do is stand, completely numb, staring blankly ahead as my thoughts attack me.
I can’t do this. Not after what I’ve heard. According to some of my cohorts, girls are emotional, needy, sneaky, and the worst of all…boy crazy.
“Agent Yagil, are you all right?” the Commander asks.
“Yes. I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile.
He studies me before speaking. “Remember, you can always call on your superiors, should you require their assistance. Do you have any more questions?”
I barely manage to shake my head.
“Very well. You may be dismissed, Agent Yagil.”
I bow my head and turn around, ambling toward the mounting zone, feeling the sting of guilt and shame prodding my ego.
What’s wrong with me? For Heaven’s sake, I’m a guardian angel! I’m fierce and powerful. So why do I feel like a coward?
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. When I open my eyes, I bend my knees, thrusting myself upwards. I place a hand over my fedora and press it against my head as I sail toward the cathedral ceiling. My eyes narrow to a squint when the ceiling rips open, revealing the bright golden swirl of the vortex.
There’s no turning back now.
In just a few seconds, I shall arrive at my destination, and make my subject’s acquaintance.
Without her knowing it, of course.
About the Author
Jannette lives in the beautiful and majestic mountains of Boone, North Carolina with her husband and children. And even though she loves coming up with fantastical ideas for her stories, and bringing them to life, she fancies other things as well: exercising, going on nature walks, watching Netflix, recording on Singsnap, drinking coffee, and she enjoys foot massages too, but that only happens when her husband’s in the mood to give her one.
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