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Rumpled Feather (The Forgotten Angel) Rumpled Feather by Merri Bright
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“There was nothing otherworldly about these dogs, nothing any more wonderful about them than any other puppies. Except maybe that they were the color of chocolate. And that they made my Little Sacrifice, who had known so much pain over the past century and a half, and who knew as well as I did that worse lay ahead, laugh like the world was a glittering treasure. Like her dreams would all come true, one way or the other, in the end.”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“She had no idea why the insufficient mortals on Earth could not bring her pleasure. I only had a suspicion myself, though I wasn’t certain what she was, other than an innocent, bearing the mark of one of the strongest High Angeli who lived, the one who had been my best friend. Trapped in a web of evil that I had helped her create, in an effort to save her. ”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“I couldn’t save the universe, or Sanctuary, or myself. I hadn’t even been able to save my little one, though I’d tried. I’d given her nothing but pain. Pain, and a song while she wept, again and again.”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“Was she having… sex? Or trying to? The nobleman, I remembered. The golden prince, as she’d thought of him. My chest burned with an odd fury at the thought of her sharing pleasure with the fool. He’d been handsome enough for a human, but the man had only looked at my little one with pity, not lust. Had I read him wrong?”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“Every morning and evening, the dog would lean against his owner’s leg while Charles petted him. And the longer Charles stroked the dog, the lighter his soul became. Any spiritual crud the man had accumulated during the day slowly lifted until both of them shone. Their love was exceptional.”
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“Of course. A gentleman may prefer sausage, but every once in a while, he can enjoy a bite or two of, how did you put it? Croissant.”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“Rumple sighed in my ear. Take the burden, if you can, little one. You chose this.”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“Take his burden, Little Sacrifice. Rumple’s voice echoed in my mind. He’d taught me how to do this a century and a half before. How to protect the world from evil, because it was always around. Always waiting to strike, especially after someone like Monsieur Patit died.”
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“I hated it when he left early. The tugging in my chest that meant it was time to go back to Earth hadn’t even begun. “Wait! My third guess!” “Make it fast,” I heard from far away. He started singing a French song about plucking a bird. He always sang me back into my new life, though not usually with bird torture lyrics. “Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête, et la tête, et la tête, Alouette…”
Merri Bright, Rumpled Feather
“No, it’s a life goal,” I agreed. “Hot chocolate in a tub the size of a pond, with at least four handsome attendants dipping crystal cups into it, and serving it to me as fast as I can drink. I would be their Queen of Chocolate, and all would worship at my succulent feet.”
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