To my dearest and most secret readers,
This week I wanted to share with you an excerpt from the novel, Fighting with Angels, to give you an idea of how demons can have an influence on us…
Noah turned to leave, but was stopped short by Mr.
Thompson. “Oh, excuse me, Blane. I almost ran into you
“Could you spare a moment, Dr. Crawford?”
“Actually, I’m right in the middle of something. Do
you think we could make an appointment?”
“I’d like to get back on board with the Cube project,
“But Blane, you’re head of the robotics division now.
Is there something wrong with your new promotion?”
“Sticking me in an insignificant division on the second
floor is not what I call a promotion, Noah,” Blane
“Insignificant?” Noah protested. Not only was he not
accustomed to Blane referring to him by his first name,
but he also did not enjoy his assessment of his new position.
“Need I remind you that this entire company was
founded on robotics?” His voice was growing with displeasure.
“I’m showing you a tremendous amount of confidence
by appointing you to this level.”
“Well, maybe you should give it to someone who
wants it then,” Blane blurted out in a raised voice. “I’ve
put in a lot of hours on the Cube project, and I want to be
here to see the fruits of our hard labor!”
Work had come to a halt in the laboratory as everyone’s
attention had been drawn to the aggressive conversation.
Noah fought to remain composed, but he was enraged by
Blane’s lack of respect and appreciation.
“Look, Blane. In short, your last position revealed a
certain deficiency in your ability to work on a team, and
the Cube project requires that we are all open to—”
“Team,” Blane shouted. “You call that a team? That
was nothing short of a daycare assignment!”
“Really?” Noah questioned. Blane was making it easier
for him to care less about the man’s feelings. “Then I
strongly question whom it was, exactly, that was doing the
babysitting!” he challenged.
Blane moved forward and stiffened up. He was
inches from the doctor’s face, and veins were beginning
to show on his forehead as his face turned red, but he
didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and stomped out of the
“The manner in which you handled this subject is
very disturbing to me, Blane,” Noah called after the man.
“I’ll expect to see you in my office tomorrow morning to
discuss your future with this company!”
High up in the rafters, from a very well hidden space, beady
little yellow glowing eyes looked on with great interest at
the confrontation taking place down on the floor. Krank
sensed an opportunity, but he was leery to risk crossing
the room with angels on patrol. Instead, he exited through
the ceiling and navigated his way safely through outside
walls, attempting to intercept the angry scientist before he
lost track of him in the compound.
Krank poked his head out into a hallway in hopes
that he had picked the correct corridor, but there was no
sign of the man. He ducked back into the wall and made
another guess. Wrong again, and, beginning to panic, the
demon threw caution to the wind and ran up and down
the empty hallways hoping not to run into an angel on
the lookout. Pay dirt! Krank found the man just before he
stormed into his apartment, and he followed him inside.
The man stormed over to the couch and grumpily
flopped down. He reached for the remote and began to
surf through the channels. Krank moved quickly. He did
not want the man’s anger to be dulled by the mesmerizing
television, so he slithered his way over to him and crawled
up the back of the couch.
The demon whispered thoughts into the man’s ear.
“He’s trying to faze you out,” the monster whispered.
“He’ll take credit for all of your work as well! Without
your input, he probably wouldn’t even be where he is on
the project. He’s old, and he’s feeding off the ideas of his
employees! You should make him pay … ”
Blane brooded on his couch. He was clearly enraged as
he angrily hammered the channel button on his remote.
He barely paused long enough to recognize anything as
he riffled through the channels. He’s just trying to faze me
out, he thought. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to take
credit for my discoveries as well. Blane’s imagination began
to run with the idea. After all, where does he think he would
be on this project without my input? His eyes narrowed. The
old man’s just feeding off the ideas of his employees! Someone
should make him pay.
An evil grin came across his face. He would be the
one to seek retribution. Dr. Noah Crawford must pay for
his transgressions, but first he would have to get back in
the man’s good graces while he developed his plan.
Look for the novel on the website, at Amazon.com, or order it where ever books are sold. I will write to you again soon…
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