Gabriel Quotes

“Take no pride in choice alone!” he cried. “It is what you choose that matters!”
― Ellen Gunderson Traylor, Gabriel - The War in Heaven, Book I

“As the prince had been speaking, several of the little animals who lived in the great tree had crept down the branches. Squirrels with long, fluffy tails hopped toward him, birds flitted from limb to limb, one even daring to light on his shoulder. The prince held up his finger and let the feathered creature step onto it, lifted it to his face and ruffled its downy belly with his nose. Laughing aloud, he sent it flying with a wave of his hand, and then offered a treat from his plate to one of the squirrels, who gingerly took it in its teeth and stored it in its fat cheeks. Again, he laughed, patting the furry clown on its back and shooing it away.”
― Ellen Gunderson Traylor, Gabriel - The War in Heaven, Book I

“As if he were merely one of them, the prince took a seat upon the ground, leaning against the huge root that rose like a chair-back behind Him. Gesturing toward the grassy space at his feet, he indicated they should join him. The instant he sat down, his attendants scurried about, preparing a tasty repast for the visitors and for their lord. This would be the second meal Gabriel had ever eaten. This time, the food was of a more common sort than the cake served in the throne room. Clean white cloths were spread upon the ground, and golden platters, arranged with cheeses and fruits, were set before them. Coarse breads and red wine completed the menu. The instant the meal was served, the mood among the guests changed from one of speechless wonder to one of comfort and camaraderie. Their attention swung back and forth between the joys of the taste palate and the joy of the prince’s company. The host put the guests at ease by addressing them each by name. The very way he said Gabriel, Michael, Raphael and Uriel made them feel he knew them better than they knew themselves.”
― Ellen Gunderson Traylor, Gabriel - The War in Heaven, Book I

“So, here they were, face to face with the Son of God! When they had first seen him in the throne room, he had been nearly indistinguishable from the Father. In a manner that defied explanation and description, both he and the entity who had leaned upon the back of the Father’s throne had been one with God himself. Now, outside the throne room, the Son was clearly his own person, yet his majesty and the wonder he evoked were not diminished. He was unsurpassably beautiful. Tall and graceful, he sat upon his fabulous steed with a dignity that emanated pure power. His snow white hair hung to his saddle-back in thick waves, two intricate braids caught back at the temples to form a tiara entwined with gold. Despite his snowy hair, his face, while containing all the eons of heaven, seemed ageless, eternally youthful. His clothing, while utterly elegant, was simple and straightforward. A gown of blazing white was topped by a sleeveless coat of sky blue, and draping all was a cloak of deep, dark scarlet, its ample hood spread out across his shoulders. Everything was trimmed with gold and silver braid, gleaming gems of many colors peeking here and there from the folds. His horse’s tack was fabulous, all of embossed gold and cushioned wood, carved with dazzling intricacy. But, they had only a moment to take all of this in, before the prince saluted them with an outstretched arm. “Good day, friends,” he hailed them. “We meet again.” Gabriel’s heart lurched. He would have returned the salutation, but his voice failed him. Supporting one another, the four archangels were determined not to fall down. But, it was no use. They simply had no strength to stay upright. Besides, they were overcome with the desire to worship this mighty prince. Slumping to the ground, even the most self-assured of them, Lucifer, was brought to his knees. Again, the seraph flew over them, this time raising them to their feet without laying a hand on them. A swift flick of his fingers, and they were upright, once again. By the time they had regained their composure, the prince had dismounted and was walking toward one root of the mammoth tree. “Follow me,” he said, waving them forward. “It is time for us to have a talk.” Michael was the first to comply. Gabriel followed, with Raphael and Uriel close behind, all of them tingling from head to toe.”
― Ellen Gunderson Traylor, Gabriel - The War in Heaven, Book I

“The nature of the conflict permitted no middle ground, no compromise. And, since Lucifer would abide no delay, everyone had, by now, taken a side.”
― Ellen Gunderson Traylor, Gabriel - The War in Heaven, Book I