Angels All Around (Threshold Series Prequel)

By Christa J. Kinde and Anna Earley

The prequel to the popular Threshold Series by Christa Kinde, Angels All Around is an illustrated short story set in a small town where not everyone is what they seem.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, will a new divine Messenger become one little girl’s prince, and a fledgling Guardian become their knight, or will evil take its hold?

Includes a bonus first chapter from  Book #1 in the Threshold series, The Blue Door!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zondervan
• Release date: May 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9780310742258

Christa J. Kinde

Head in the clouds. Feet on the ground. Heart in the story. Christa Kinde is a cheerful homebody whose imagination takes her to new places with every passing day. Making her home between misty mornings and brimming bookshelves in Southern California, she keeps her lively family close and her trusty laptop closer. Christa has been writing for more than a decade, producing numerous workbooks and study guides for Max Lucado, John MacArthur, and Women of Faith.    

Book preview

THRESHOLD SERIES

ANGELS

ALL AROUND

by Christa Kinde

Contents

Cover

Title Page

CHAPTER 1

Preview

Copyright

About the Publisher

When she was seven years old, Prissie Pomeroy fell in love with the mailman.

Angels and demons collide over West Edinton, a small town where not everyone is who they seem. In this companion story to the Threshold Series, a divine Messenger becomes one little girl’s prince, and a fledgling Guardian becomes their knight.

CHAPTER 1

Heat shimmered off pavement, and humidity dragged at pearlescent wings. Ethan trailed after the other Guardians, his brown eyes taking little note of their surroundings. Unlike his teammates, the bristle brush-haired angel’s weapon remained sheathed, and his booted feet scuffed the ground. Conrad’s black eyes flashed with sympathy, but Ethan’s mentor didn’t scold him for being lax. He probably should have. The only sign of life on Main Street was the steady drone of multiple air conditioners. Milton County was under a heat advisory, but a few brave souls were out and about, such as Naomi Pomeroy and her brood. The busy mother of five had driven into town for her youngest son’s sake. Zeke drooped listlessly against her shoulder, his blue eyes glazed with fever. The blond toddler was suffering, so his guardian angel was miserable and distracted. And that left Ethan wide open.

Ethan! barked Conrad, but the warning came too late.

Pain seared across Ethan’s senses as the first dart caught him right above the knee. Barbed bolts fizzed through the air, a rain of blackened thorns. The other angels in the Hedge reacted quickly to locate their attackers.

One atop the gazebo! roared Othniel, his red whiskers bristling around his face like a mane.

And the clock tower! warned Trumble, bringing around his double-bladed staff.

Ethan pivoted in time to see one of the enemy detach from the scant, alley shadows beside the newspaper office, but the young warrior was still fumbling for his sword when they collided. Ethan sprawled onto his back, his luminous wings trapped beneath his body.

Too slow, the Fallen gloated, cracked lips stretching wide, baring the stumps of stained teeth. With an eerie giggle, the attacker closed his withered hands around Ethan’s throat. Madness shone in rheumy eyes as the wretched creature promised, I’ll snuff your light, then snatch your boy and sour his dreams. He shall taste my torment!

God forbid! the young Guardian rasped, certain that heaven wouldn’t allow it.

His attacker sneered, tightening his hold as he chanted, Fail! Fail! Fail!

Ethan couldn’t breathe as he grappled with his foe. Spots exploded before his eyes, but he would not share in this pitiable creature’s despair. Nor would he lose faith in his companions. He’d served with the other members of this Hedge for long enough to know that help was near.

With a low growl, Taweel plowed into Ethan’s attacker with one burly shoulder, dislodging the enemy before putting him at swordpoint. Behind the shelter of this much more experienced Guardian’s dusky wings, Ethan dragged a ragged breath into aching lungs. Struggling to his knees, he found Trumble at his elbow. The normally soft-spoken