A story full of twists and turns, Falling Angels is a complex and nicely woven story about an angel that fell because all he ever wanted was to do his job and not get involved in the war going on. Ambrose begins his life on Earth as an angry fallen one who gets a permanent wound first thing. A demon catches him with a sword and such a wound will never heal on the plane he is now trapped on. Ambrose's view of the planet is that it's broken for quite a while, but as the story progresses, he begins to see things that make him question everything he knows. He fathers tons of strange children and starts races of paranormal beings like vampires, wolves, etc. All the while he is very reluctant to even be near his children until closer to the end of the book. I did find it interesting that someone who should be a huge enemy to him turned out to be the only one he loved for a very long time. And that was the demon Yuruch, who Ambrose was now inevitably tied to and obligated to help save on occasion. The book spans quite a large amount of time and even jumps back and forth as Ambrose has memories of events that happened in the past, but it was rather easy to keep up with and it really added to the story!
Blurb:
What’s worse than losing your job? How about losing your life, your home, and everything familiar? I just wanted to work. What did I get in return? A long fucking fall with a sudden stop.
Stranded on earth with little hope for survival and an eternity of banishment ahead of me, I did the only thing I knew—I worked the jobs I could. Until I realized I’d been replaced. Then I got mad.
Eleven thousand years of fighting for my destiny had me broken, bitter, and ready to just give up. And then my best friend blew up Fort Worth and screwed the entire universe in the process. Now I have to save his ass from everyone including the Guardians.
I hate Guardians—those intrusive vixens replaced me, took over my job, and left me utterly useless. But this one, Lavinia, she’s almost as old as I am and she is starting to get under my skin. I can’t concentrate when she’s around—everything about her mystifies me and why the hell do I remember her from before? She shouldn’t even exist! And certainly not in my memory.
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