Hand of Miriam
A Bayla and the Golem Novel
A Victorian world of supernatural creatures, magnificent airships, a secret society, and one bluestocking adventuress who, threatened by evil seeks protection by awakening the golem.
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, places and locations portrayed in the story are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. In addition, Hand of Miriam is a story that takes place in an alternative steampunk universe. Real historical events and a few characters, including Queen Victoria, and Jack the Ripper were fictionalized to create the fantasy novel.
Hand of Miriam, A Bayla and the Golem Novel
Copyright © 2013 By Eva Gordon. All rights reserved.
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To Estee and David
The Arcana, long ago.
Avenging Angel, Gesher lay in a heap on the marbled floor. Bleeding. Broken. Defeated. Dread coursed through his core.
Archangel Michael's voice cracked with sorrow, "By returning the babe to her mother's arms, you have caused a disruption in the transmigration of souls. We must meet to ratify our next course of action. Until then, what do you have to say?"
On his knees, covered in blood from the gashes that once held his majestic silver wings, he lifted his head to look at his former master. "Let me die, for without my wings I cannot go on."
Azarael, the angel of death, glowered at Gesher. "I say we turn him to stone, never to return, but with clear memories he was once an angel of the heavens."
Gesher glared at Azarael. "You reek of envy, dark one. Was I not stronger than you? Am I not handsome compared to your hideous form? Once my wings were glorious and not twisted black ones that look like aged bat wings. Am I not favored by all the angels and the almighty, beloved by mankind? Not feared and despised as you are, dark lord."
Michael's voice echoed. "Enough. You have shamed me with your pride. I was moved by your sympathy for the grieving parents and have allowed the babe, now angel-touched, to remain with them. I will consider Azarael's recommendations."