Seeing as I just turned in editor revisions on REVELATION (yay!) I thought I'd post a quick snippet. This is from page 1. It's summer in Manhattan, a few years from now, and there's something strange in the water...
Today, of all days. It was Thursday. The world couldn't end on a Thursday.
Luniel, the fallen angel, crouched on the shore of Liberty Island in a hot August sunset with blood lapping at his feet.
It licked the rocks beneath his boots, clotting. All the way across the bay, to the firelit Brooklyn shore and the gleaming blue arcs of the Narrows Bridge, what used to be water gleamed sick and scarlet.