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The Dichotomy of Angels
by N.R. Walker
Date Released: December 27, 2019
About The Dichotomy of Angels
Nathaniel and Chasan are no ordinary angels.
Destiny chose them to be twin flames, fated mates. But Nathaniel has avoided Chasan for nearly a thousand years.
When sent to Earth on a mission to live and work together, Nathaniel comes face-to-face with his destiny. Short-tempered, petulant, and grumpy, he hates the idea of being fated to anyone and has chosen an existence of isolation rather than spending time with the calm, kind, and serene Chasan.
But now he has no choice.
One is fire, the other is air; a true dichotomy of angels. Together they will be ignited, or they will be extinguished. This assignment will seal their fate either way.
85,000 words. A sometimes-funny, sometimes-serious story about love, destiny, and other heavenly disasters.
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An Ecerpt from The Dichotomy of Angels
It had been a long while since Chasan had spent time with Nathaniel, but he was used to his idiosyncrasies. He was moody, prone to outbursts, prone to long periods of self-exclusion, prone to overreaction and bouts of temper, overthinking, and prone to sulking. To put it bluntly, Nathaniel was either temperamental, difficult, argumentative, and irrational. Or he was quiet.
There was rarely any in-between.
But, Chasan knew there was more to Nathaniel underneath his prickly exterior. He’d known him long enough—longer almost than time itself—to know his brusqueness and barbed retorts were simply a defense mechanism.
Chasan knew in his heart that Nathaniel could be sweet and caring, funny, and protective. Though that had been a long time ago . . .
But Saint Peter knew that side of Nathaniel as well. He’d tolerated more attitude from Nathaniel than he had from any other angel in all the ranks of Heaven. And Chasan believed Saint Peter had chosen Nathaniel for the role of preschool teacher because he saw the good in Nathaniel.
And possibly because he wanted to see Nathaniel squirm just a teeny tiny bit. A little heavenly payback for all those centuries of insolence.
Chasan also knew why they’d been chosen together for this mission. They needed to bury the hatchet, so to speak. Well, Chasan didn’t. But Nathaniel certainly did. And perhaps this mission wasn’t so much about saving a human child, as Michael had said, but more for allowing Nathaniel the chance to finally deal with whatever had tormented him for so long.
“Oh, for the love of Mary’s donkey,” Nathaniel said after he struggled to swallow the water. He held out the offending glass. “What is this awful . . . ? No, wait. I think it actually came from Mary’s donkey.”
“New York City water,” Chasan said by way of explanation.
“It never used to taste like that!”
“Probably because the last time you drank New York City water was when it was grazing land. Things have changed a little since then.”
“I’ve been here since then,” he argued—he always argued—then put the empty plate and glass on the coffee table. “Though I think we may need to obtain our water from another source because that was not pleasant. And the crackers helped, so thank you,” he added, then leaned back on the sofa, his hand to his belly. “This human body is rather peculiar. I still believe there’s something not quite right. Definitely an imbalance of some sort.”
Chasan smiled. “Perhaps you just needed a little food to settle your stomach. It’s good to know if you suffer nausea next time, you’ll know what to do. Eating regularly always takes some getting used to, for me at least.”
Nathaniel made a face. “Next time? I do wish there wouldn’t be a next time.”
“Let’s not dwell,” Chasan said. “We should inspect the apartment. The adjustment teams are usually efficient, but we may need to make a list of foods and any personal items we may require. Then we can go to a store. We have charge cards for any expenditures.”
Nathaniel blanched. “A store? Where there are humans?”
Actually, Nathaniel looked about ready to have a full-blown panic attack. It was so palpable, Chasan swore he could feel it, so he reached over and squeezed his hand. “Breathe, Nathaniel. This is New York City. There are a lot of people. You’re going to need to get used to them. And your assignment here is to teach and care for children, so perhaps some practice with human interaction is a good idea, yes?”
Nathaniel let out a breath of relief. Until he realized Chasan was still holding his hand. He shot up off the couch and paced to the window, his hand to his forehead. “Yes. Apartment inspection. Great idea. Human food and whatever else the humans are doing now. That seems like a logical thing to do. In case there’s something specific these days that would be a requirement of preschool teachers.”
“Well, I don’t know. Dueling pistols? Are they still a thing?”
Chasan almost smiled. “Not really, no.”
He pondered that for a moment. “Shame.”
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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