Today I am pleased to be taking part in the blog tour for On The Seventh Day. I’m sharing an extract with thanks to Zoe O’Farrell for inviting me on the tour and to Spellbound Books for providing the extract.
God is furious.
He has run out of patience with humans and decided that our time is over.
We’ve had our chance and it’s back to the drawing board.
Mo, and Jay, best friends who’ve screwed up in the past, beg him for one more chance to get the humans back on track. Alongside Mr Saluzar, the head of a global charity foundation, and Nick, The Fallen Angel, they hurtle towards Armageddon and their one chance to prove God wrong.
They have seven days to save us.
Azrael appeared at the doorway. At over seven feet tall, she was one of the few Angels who stood taller than Jay and Stewart. Of course, as the Angel of Death, Azrael’s intimidating appearance was inherent. In truth, Azrael’s height was the only threatening characteristic the Angel bore. She moved like a dancer, looked like a Greek goddess and whispered like a lover. Everything about her emanated gentleness, peace. Peace was, after all, her purpose, depending on one’s point of view.
On the floor, Mo had begun to sing a soft lullaby, forgetting most of the words. Some Hebrew shite about lambs. The broken stop-start song from the broken man on the carpet made Azrael grin.
“How may I serve you, My Lord?” she asked.
Stewart nodded at the wall-screen.
“Get rid of them.”
Azrael’s smile faded and her eyes lit with hope. She hadn’t been summoned for her primary reason for existence in millennia.
“How many?” she asked. “Which countries?”
“The fuckin’ lot of them. Every last man, woman and child, Az.”
Azrael, dressed in a black Brookes Brothers’ suit with stark white shoulderlength hair, clapped Stewart on the back.
“Brilliant. Thank you, sir,” the Angel of Death sing-songed. “Any particular method? Fire? Flood? Disease?” she asked.
Stewart lit a Regal King-Size before answering.
“Couldn’t give a fuck, Az, whatever you like. Have fun.”
Azrael practically skipped from the office. Shouldering Jay aside as she went, she laughed.
“Bad luck, Jay.”
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