Tomorrow, the 15th of July, the second book in my YA trilogy, Angelic Business, ‘Shapes of Greg’ will be published.
Just last week, author and friend Hans Hirschi posted this amazing review of the whole trilogy. I have to thank him for his kindness and I’m pleased to see it made such an impact on him. Here is the link. Don’t miss it.
I shared the video last week, but putting it at the end of the post I think most people missed it. If you didn’t, I’m sorry, there it is again:
I leave you a longer sample, when Pink meets and old acquaintance, although she doesn’t quite realise it at first:
On Friday, I thought I saw a guy I’d never seen before standing opposite my house. When I came out he started walking towards me, I thought, but Seth went by driving his car and offered me a lift. I accepted. When I saw the same guy waiting at a distance when Sylvia, Lorna and I came out of school, I didn’t know what to think. I thought he’d disappear while we were at the library. And I didn’t see him when we came out or on the way to the bus stop. But as soon as the bus left, I saw him standing on the pavement on the other side of the road.
I was getting a bit freaked out by that guy. I hadn’t told Lorna and Sylvia because what could they do anyway? Sylvia would start talking about stalking, as usual, and Lorna would wonder if he might be relationship material. Or to be fair no, not, actually. He was tall, skinny, pale, Goth-like looking, dressed to not impress…No, not what Lorna would consider relationship material. And he must have been in his mid-twenties at least. Why was he following us? Or rather, why was he following me?
I don’t think I scare easy, but I started walking faster. It was getting dark and I still had a bit of a way to go before getting home, and although the neighbourhood was safe…He also accelerated. “Don’t panic. Don’t panic!” I kept telling myself. It didn’t quite work. I was seconds from running when the said guy called out:
OK, now that was weird. How on earth did he know my name?
“Pink….” I had now stopped walking. He caught up with me. “It’s me.” I looked at him. Me…
“Who are you exactly?”
“I still like Lindt truffles.”
He smiled and nodded.
“I thought you’d been called back…home? I didn’t realise they were just going to give you another body.”
“Neither did I. No, they have given me another mission.”
“I see. Here again?”
He blushed, extremely noticeable as he was now so pale.
“What? That’s quite far. Are you off today, or is your charge around here, or what?”
“Off? We don’t get time off.”
“You have a rubbish contract then.”
He laughed and shrugged.
“Not so bad as contracts go with my boss,” he added. Now it was my turn to smile.
“So what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see how you were.”
Don’t you all go… “Oh, that’s sweet,” because we’re talking about a demon here.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Good. Is Dashiell taking good care of you?”
“You could ask him. I’ve never been clear about what your lot are trying to achieve following me around. You’ve given me so many versions of the story…And Dashiell…he is more strictly business than you were.”
He sighed. His new body gave him a more vulnerable appearance.
“I miss being connected to you.”
Now he was taking things too far.
“If you remember the said connection was severed a long time ago. I should be going. It’s getting late.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
It was a very weird sensation to have G walking next to me, but looking nothing like he used to. Weird.
“How are Lorna and Sylvia?”
“Fine. Well, sort of. Lorna has decided it’s time she finds her perfect man, and Sylvia went all out to try to design a computer programme to help with that. And it produced a profile and even a digital portrait kind-of-thing. And it looks a bit like Dashiell, so now Lorna thinks he might be her perfect man. And he hasn’t helped much.”
“What has he done?”
I told G about his idea of a cover to keep in touch with me by getting us all to work on his project.
“They shouldn’t have taken me off the case,” he complained.
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be all right. Lorna is a tough cookie.”
“I’m not so sure about Sylvia. She’s acting quite out of character these days. She told us she might have met somebody but won’t talk about it in any detail. And she seems preoccupied. I think there’s something going on, but for some reason she does not want to talk about it. I’m a bit concerned, although she’s usually very down-to-earth.”
He rubbed his chin that in his current body was quite prominent.
“I’ll see if I can find something out.”
“I’m sure you must be busy with your mission, whatever that is. I don’t want you to get into trouble with your boss for not doing your job and messing up with humans.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“My “boss” as you keep saying, likes trouble. It’s what he thrives on. He can always find an advantageous angle in anything that at first sight seems to have gone wrong.”
“Very entrepreneurial. He sounds like a spin doctor.”
“You can say that again!”
I smiled and looked at him closely. Yes, it felt very wrong, because although of course, the voice wasn’t his either, and even the accent was very different —a Southern drawl the previous G didn’t have —to me he sounded like himself. Or maybe it was my brain playing tricks on me.
“Is your mission not keeping you very busy then? I assume I’m not allowed to know.”
He cringed. I’d touched a raw nerve.
“It is a bore. I’m supposed to be babysitting this young boy, he’s 7 or 8, because one of our analysts has come up with the suggestion that he has the potential to become a very dangerous guy in the future, some deadly and crazed leader of masses, or a supervillain, or master criminal…Something like that. To tell you the truth, so far he’s a very boring young child, not even particularly bad or naughty. Maybe Sylvia should come and work for us. Her programmes might be more useful than our research methods. Going through stories, legends, ancient books, looking at the stars… Hocus-pocus if you ask me.”
I had to laugh.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a sceptic, after all that passion about the prophecy I’m involved in.”
“Well, one can’t take chances. And it is a very well-known and accepted prophecy, not some paint-by-numbers style of analysis.”
I looked at him trying to get to the truth.
“But it doesn’t matter anyway, because it’s not really about me. Isn’t that right?”
Did he blush? He seemed to, but I wasn’t sure how much the host-body would show a demon’s emotions. Did they really have emotions? I did not believe him. I wondered if I would ever believe him again.
“Of course I trust your discretion with regards to the mission.”
“I have no details anyway. And I can’t see myself going to kill the young boy just in case.”
“You’d be surprised what some people might do.”
“Not really,” I thought. Instead I decided to try a different line of conversation. I was also curious.
“What name do you go by now?” I asked him.
“Peter Pratt.” I don’t know what I must have looked like, because he added: “Hey, it wasn’t my choice.”
“I can’t get used to how you look now.”
He looked at himself.
“Again, not my choice. Although I guess humans don’t choose how they look either, other than very rich people with plastic surgery and things, but even with that there are limits.”
“I know you’ve told me it’s not like in the stories and paintings and all that, but what do you really look like? Not when you take up a human body but as…”
“We don’t have horns, or a tail and pitch-fork and we aren’t red. We don’t have a physical appearance as you’d understand it. We are spiritual energy. A bit like the glowing light performance that Azrael puts on. Although in their case it’s that kind of bright light. In ours…it’s a darkness, a bit like a black hole. It’s not really a black hole but it’s that void, an absence of light, I imagine if I had to explain it.”
We were both quiet. We were very close to my street. He stopped walking.
“I’d better go now. Take care. And don’t tell Dashiell. This is not an official visit and he might not appreciate my coming here.”
He squeezed my right hand in both of his and then left. It had been a very strange visit. And it would not be the last.
Before I forget, I’ll better leave you the links to the book, just in case:
And as I know you enjoy them, I thought I’d leave you a song with Angels. Probably the most popular song with angels of recent years:
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