Angel's Breath (Fallen Angels - Book 2) by Valmore Daniels

Angel's Breath (Fallen Angels - Book 2)

Angel's breath (fallen angels - book 2)

My name is Richard Riley. All I ever wanted was to lead a normal life.

When I was younger, I made some bad choices that ended with me in prison. I served my time, and now I am trying to put my life back together.

But someone has framed me for a crime I didn't commit. They want me dead, and they're willing to kill my friends and family to get to me.

Even as I try to save the people I love, a dark and ancient power grows inside me. I can feel its anger rising.

If it gets away from me, it will rip everything in my life apart.

Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Paranormal

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Contemporary

Language: English

Keywords: Angel's Breath

Word Count: 63000

Sales info:

To prospective translators: Although it is an immense task, you must be willing to commit to translating the entire box set rather than the individual titles - (http://www.babelcube.com/book/the-complete-book-of-fallen-angels). It's extremely important to maintain the same "voice" throughout the series. Once translation is completed, the individual books will be released as well as the box set with the same translator and the same contract under Babelcube's terms and conditions. Releasing the books in this manner provides mulitiple marketing opportunities, such as offering the first volume as a "free sampler" - a technique that has proven effective in the English versions. If you have questions about this process, please don't hesitate to message me. I'm looking forward to working with you.


Sample text:

I woke to a world of fire and ash.

Forcing my eyes open, I willed the fog in my brain to lift. My lungs screamed for air, and I opened my mouth to breathe, but thick smoke clawed at my throat. Gasping with the effort, I somehow managed to get my arms under me and raise my head up off the floor.

Through the curtain of hair in front of my face, my eyes were drawn to the wedding band glowing white hot on the charred carpet, but the roaring fire dragged my attention away at once.

The plaster walls of my basement apartment peeled and melted under the rage of the inferno. Crackling and snapping in protest, the cheap pine coffee table in front of me collapsed. The fabric and cushions of the oversized couch were entirely consumed, leaving nothing more than the crumbling black skeleton of its wooden frame.

Intense heat washed against my skin as fire chewed at the edge of the rug on which I lay; but my first thought was not for my own safety.

“Mom—! Dad—!”


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Fabrocini Barbara
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Flávia Mendes
Spanish
Translation in progress.

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