TJ and the Winged Visitor

By Susan Chambers

TJ and the Winged Visitor is a fictional adventure story with many twists and turns. This story will draw you into its pages for it has many things to entertain your senses. If you are looking for a read with adventures, fun, humour, fantasy, drama, friendships and with love – TJ and the Winged Visitor has it all and is the story for you. 

TJ begins this adventure as a 12-year-old, and she is a drama queen, an attention seeker and a know-it-all. TJ is bereft of friends and creates havoc and discord wherever she goes. 

But there is someone who understands TJ’s heart and so he sends help to her in the form of a winged visitor. The winged visitor is not what one would expect and as he comes from a different realm to the Earth, he is able to initiate thrills and wonders, and tantalising mind expanders along with visual extravaganzas.

Anyone seeking an inspirational reading experience is in for a treat and a page-turning journey. TJ and the Winged Visitor is a new and insightful story of teenage living, within the norms and extremes of the 21st Century. Enjoy – and know there is more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Mar 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398442566

Susan Chambers

Susan Chambers is a creative thinker, and she delights in painting word pictures so that the stories she writes weave their own brand of adventure, fun, drama, fantasy, and friendship into each fiction work.  Susan enjoys her role as author and looks ahead to sharing many more entertaining stories with children, young adults and the young at heart of the world.  Susan is also passionate about her family and maintains a close connection with her children and grandchildren.

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About the Author

Susan Chambers is a creative thinker, and she delights in painting word pictures so that the stories she writes weave their own brand of adventure, fun, drama, fantasy, and friendship into each fiction work.

Susan enjoys her role as author and looks ahead to sharing many more entertaining stories with children, young adults and the young at heart of the world.

Susan is also passionate about her family and maintains a close connection with her children and grandchildren.

Dedication

I dedicate this book to all the amazing children and young adults of this world and hope each of them knows how special they are.

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Susan Chambers 2023

The right of Susan Chambers to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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ISBN 9781398442566 (ePub e-book)

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Acknowledgement

I thank my Father who inspired me by his goodness.

I thank Cristy, for encouraging me to keep moving forward as she used her talents so freely and willingly in helping me navigate the complexities of the electronic age. I thank Austin Macauley Publishers and all within the organisation who have been a part of TJ and the Winged Visitor becoming a reality in print and distribution.

1. A Close Call

The meteor was zooming through space at a million miles a minute. Its glowing mass was made of angulated stone, spurting streams of hot gases in its wake. This perilous phenomenon was out of control and heading towards their City!

The watchmen angels were protectors of this City and had been studying the meteors progress for over an hour hoping it would veer away, but with only minutes to spare, they had no choice but to sound the alarm. Jerome, a chief angel, his cloak flowing about him, was first on the scene. Standing atop a mountain of thick cloud, he peered through the layers of atmosphere and caught sight of the massive, red, glowing rock, spewing fragments in all directions as it hurtled their way. There could be no further delay. It was almost upon them!

These tall angels resplendent in bright-yellow uniforms, with caps that join onto long sleeve body suits hugging each chest to the waist and then loosening to flow freely and gather at each ankle extending into colour matching moccasins. Now assembled at the sound of the alarm; thousands of them were amassed before the chief angel, awaiting his command. They knew what to do, having rehearsed for such an event as this. He gave the signal and they assumed their positions in front of the western wall, arms linked as they awaited the approaching onslaught.

The meteor was still not visible to the naked eye, but it was close enough for the angels to see. The watchmen breathed deeply, preparing for action. All eyes were fixed on Jerome; his timing would be perfect. ‘Now!’ he yelled. Every head turned forward as the angels exhaled in unison. Thousands of molecules of liquid heat were propelled into the atmosphere forming a ball. Again and again this procedure of inhaling and exhaling was repeated, and with each new stream of hot vapour, the ball coagulated and expanded until it became a mountainous orb, vastly superior in size to the meteor. ‘Now!’ commanded Jerome again. As one, the angels moved outwards, stretching their massive white wings until they were arm’s length apart. They began to flap their wings with accelerated speed, creating a mighty wind. With the force of a thousand tornadoes, it pushed the glowing ball towards the meteor. Such was the force of this supernatural power that as it struck the rock, the meteor was knocked off its course.

The angels observed the meteor as it spun away and cheered jubilantly. They clapped each other on the back and a few of them spun and twirled in the air with exhilaration at the victory. ‘Well done,’ said Jerome his striking blue eyes taking in all his faithful watchmen. ‘Now back to your positions.’ The angels obeyed, heading off to their posts. Some of them stayed on guard around the City, while others went inside. As their joyous chatter faded, Jerome turned to view the meteor as it disappeared off into another galaxy; grateful that his beloved City had been spared.

2. In the Beginning

Jerome was a chief angel. He was very tall and had a magnificent pair of silver wings. He wore an all-in-one robe in the palest of blues. On his feet were moccasins, the same colour as his cloak.

One day the guardian of the City, Sir Justus, summoned Jerome to the throne room. Sir Justus had reigned over the City for millennia and under his expert guidance the City catered for the needs of many thousands of beings. There was no want and no lack for anyone who resided here.

Sir Justus began, Jerome, I want you to set up a school for apprentice angels. Jerome was baffled by this request. Having been a chief angel in the City for as long as he could remember and living with thousands of other angels, to his knowledge there had never been any apprentice angels.

He voiced his thoughts, ‘I am at your service, Sir Justus, but where will the apprentices come from?’

Sir Justus nodded approval, for Jerome was ever willing to carry out any request, whether he understood the reasons or not. This was why Jerome had been chosen for the position of chief angel all those years ago and was so highly valued. During all his years of service, Jerome had completed, with exceptional results, every mission given to him.

Jerome studied Sir Justus as he sat upon his throne. The room was a huge expanse of architecture as far as the eye could see. The throne itself was a majestic structure of pure gold. The back and arms were adorned with intricate lace patterns made from fine gilded threads. A deep-red velvet cushion covered the seated section. Spreading out beneath Sir Justus’s feet was a platform of lustrous mother-of-pearl, encrusted with hundreds of sparkling rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires. Suspended just above this platform, as if by an unseen force, were six glittering crystal spires, three on each side of the throne, pointing further into the heavens. The walls of the throne room were made of glass; inlaid with the delicate hues of rainbow colours. At the edge of the platform of precious stones, four pure gold paths had their beginnings. These were not the bright gold colours of expensive jewellery but resembled the mellowed tones of creamy sands beautifully glazed and appearing transparent. To the degree that one could glance to one’s feet and an amazing sight beheld every eye as the path revealed a see-through spectacular of layers of what appeared like glass levels for as far as the vision held. These walkways meandered around the floor of the throne room and then spread forth at intervals going north, south, east and west until they reached the humungous impenetrable look-a-like glassed outer barriers.

Sir Justus stood. A dazzling white light filled the significant area. The alabaster robe draped around Sir Justus’s body shone under the glow of such brilliance, and his black hair presented a spectacular contrast. But, to everyone fortunate enough to be in his presence, it was the face that drew their gaze. It was the most enchanting face in the City and his piercing brown eyes seemed to penetrate each person’s soul. Jerome felt an overwhelming desire to drop to his knees. This he did and seconds later felt the familiar hand upon his head.

Come over here Jerome. I have something to show you. He stood and followed Sir Justus on the golden path towards the edge of the room and at Sir Justus’s touch a portion of the glass wall disintegrated leaving a sizeable arch. The two men stepped under it and were now standing in the air, enveloped by a comforting feeling of serenity; the blue sky creating a sense of wellbeing. Sir Justus breathed deeply and his expression changed. As he bent his head towards the Earth, his face became grave.

Jerome followed his gaze through the layers of atmosphere. He noticed for the first time, a black cloud hovering above the Earth. It was small at first, but as he watched, it grew bigger and darker right before his eyes. There were hundreds of long black threads snaking their way down to the Earth and disappearing into homes.

Jerome glanced back to Sir Justus for an explanation. His countenance reflected his deep sorrow. Jerome was puzzled by this show of distress for normally in this City there was only extreme joy. He stared again at the cloud. It was as if Sir Justus’s sadness had engulfed him too; he felt bereft as he viewed the long tentacles on their mission. ‘What is it?’ he asked.

Sir Justus replied sombrely, It is a darkness of this age. He turned and walked back under the arch and along the path towards his throne. Jerome took one last look at the black cloud; it was still growing. He stepped under the arch and