In my research for Gylded Wings, I discovered a book simply called Angels written by Malcolm Godwin. This book is a wealth of information about the subject, presented in an interesting and witty writing style. Even the character and seals of some of the more famous angels are given, and he goes into detail about questions you didn’t know you had, for instance, the identity of the Watchers or Shining Ones.
Who the hell are they? Choirboys of the Ninth House, aka the Grigori mentioned in the Book of Enoch (another interesting find!), they were angels sent to Earth to teach Man. Unfortunately, they were a little too zealous in the performance of their jobs and taught the use and design of weapons. There is one mention of them in the Bible, King James Version, in Genesis 6:2: That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Have you ever wondered where your guardian angel stands in the heavenly scheme of things? Well, Mr. Godwin can tell you!
According to the Hebrews, the universe is a hierarchy. The Christians adopted this model of the Cosmos in which God is both at the center of the Cosmos and the highest point of the hierarchy. Entities radiate outward from His Presence, some being close to the center while others move further and further away from the Divine Source of Light and Love.
Let’s look at the Nine Choirs of angels:
Guardian angels would be of the Lowest Triad, therefore, further from the center of the Cosmos and closer to Man himself.
In Gylded Wings, Gyldan opens the story as an angel. When Brit rescues from his own dimension and takes him to Earth, amazing powers manifest. This as well as his appearance lead the angels on Earth, called Guardians, to believe he is of a much higher Order.
Guardians are of the Tenth Order, created after Armageddon to protect Man from the Fallen Angels who’d tried to seize Heaven in the Second War in Heaven.
This is the angel mythos I used in Gylded Wings. There are a lot of angel books, and each author has his/her own take on the lore.
There are three books I recommend to anyone interested in angelic lore or in writing an angel book: Angels by Malcolm Godwin; Dictionary of Angels; and the thrilling Book of Enoch (an early John Grisham-type novel that is part of the Apocrypha not the Bible) in which the Prophet Enoch goes to a heavenly court to defend the Grigori.
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Angels in slavery? Brit Montgomery cannot believe it, until she is sent on a rescue mission to another dimension and witnesses the cruel practice first hand. The angel, Gyldan, is the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. She is drawn to him but sometimes beauty disguises wicked secrets. This man who rocks her world seems more demon than angel.
Gyldan, born into slavery, has one desire—fly free. When he escapes to Earth, he faces an alternate self-realization full of dark glory…and disbelief. Gyldan is bent on experiencing his newfound powers unmindful of the harm to Brit or others.
Confused and hurt by Gyldan’s erratic evil actions, Brit turns away. While Gyldan’s journey of self-discovery pulls him further distant, Brit finds acceptance in a solitary, comfortable life of her own until she realizes the day of reckoning has come. Will Gyldan be her final ruin or has he come back to her with a gift more precious than life itself?
The sound I’d anticipated snapped me to attention, a slow, uneven click of high heels halting me in the shadows.
“There you are,” I whispered.
A lone woman staggered into my path. The doomed creature reeked of sex and whiskey. Whoring and boozing weren’t reasons for a fiery execution, but I saw into her black soul. Two years ago, she’d tossed her illegitimate child into a garbage dumpster and walked away from the screaming infant without a backward glance.
She’d make an excellent demon.
I stepped free of the darkness. My hapless quarry glanced up and stumbled to a breathless halt, watching me. Fearing me. I laughed at her doe-in-the-headlights expression, lifted my hands, and loosed the power. Lightning shot from my fingertips. The white bolts struck, engulfing her. She twitched and flopped on her feet for a split second. In a fall of gray snow, she disintegrated. Humans and angels die differently. Daniel had perished in a shower of sparks and trail of colored smoke. Ashes to ashes, the woman had returned to dust.
“See you in Hell.” I saluted the powder drifting away on an ocean breeze.
Whistling The Devil Went Down To Georgia, I hooked my thumbs in my pockets and continued my journey of self-discovery. Tonight, I’d already had sex in a bathroom with a married woman, hurt a sweet girl’s feelings, and French-fried a woman. What else could a devil do on a Friday night?