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CROSSING
HEAVEN 

CROSSING HEAVEN

This is more than a thrilling
love story between Reel, a fallen rock ’n roll angel, and the captivating
young earth woman, Jessie. It is a parable of sorry angels crossing from hell to
heaven’s gate in wait of judgement day. Where traitors from across the stars
seek to enact the coup détat of heaven, stealing earth and destroying all flesh
in the process.

Intertwined in this creeps the
sinister Lightning Hand who stalks Reel and Jessie’s every move in his bid to
take power and control. In the meantime the Lord of the wounded hands strives to
reveal truth while rescuing the hounded and distraught couple. His ultimate aim
is to expose Lightning Hand’s treacherous plans to bring about a cataclysmic
end to all things, as we know it.

Who is Jessie? Where does she
come from? Who has given her extraordinary powers, for what purpose? Will Reel
and Jessie end up together or will the powers of hell drive them apart forever?

Read this provocative, exciting
and touching book to find out answers to questions you never dared ask before.
Come visit a universe where all is not what it seems. Where true love has its
day in a most unusual way.

Experience for yourself the
romance, intrigue and adventure of heaven
versus
hell enacted upon planet earth. You will be moved in ways you never dreamed
possible.

In Store Price: $AU20.00 

Online Price:   $AU19.00

ISBN:
1-9208-8449-1

Format: A5 Paperback

Number of pages:
112


Genre:  Non
fiction


 


 

 

Author: Irene
Attwood


Imprint: Poseidon

Publisher: Poseidon Books

Date Published:  2004

Language: English

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From the author…  

I
was born in Kalgoorlie to an Australian mother and a Lativian war refugee father
who later became a miner.

    
At 11 we moved to Perth where I completed my high schooling at
John Forest Senior High School.

    
At age 17 I joined the Australian Army. Later I married and had
a daughter. We lived in Sydney and travelled for a short time to Asia.

    
We divorced and my daughter and I settled back into Perth. I worked some
time with young people and drug addicts.

    
I now live with my present husband and three teenage sons in the hills
area of Perth. I work full-time and enjoy writing, bush walking and poetry.                                                                     

…….Irene
Attwood

Chapter
One
  (part sample)

 

It was just another night-duty, sussing out pick-ups to deliver
damnation, in the hellhole of a club he had been delegated to for the past year
or more.  Time meant nothing, just a
ticket coming closer to the end of all things.

     ‘Look
at me,’ he thought disgustedly. Eons of ages had brought him nothingness. 
He was still a nobody: just another fallen rock ’n’ roll angel
spitting out his dues on crazy planet earth in two-bit clubs and pubs around a
two-bit city in nowhere land. Once he had dreams of becoming an archangel in
angel world.  But that turned out to
be just deception; easily sucked in then and now!

     He
watched the bodies before him motion dreamily like plastic dolls through the
twilight smoky haze.  The tinkling
of glasses at the bar hovered above the buzzing of voices. 
He lounged, dressed in black pants and black shirt blending into the dark
corner. Fellow angels invisible to the flesh stalked their prey.

     The band
on the tiny stage began to tune their instruments. 
Soon it would be his move to collude the flesh to surrender to the
stalkers as the music rocked forth its spell. The club was barely half full, so
when the group of female flesh made an entrance his attention shot in their
direction.  The stalkers froze
momentarily, sizing up their potential.  They
were young, fresh and appeared untainted by evil. 
Though they were dressed seductively and were aware of their impact on
the male flesh they were inexperienced in this seamy debauched atmosphere,
quickly hiding their innocence at the corner table near him. 
The stalkers slithered into position eyeing up the easiest way of weaving
the girls into webs of sins.

     Then she
entered through the door, the last to follow them. She was small, even petite
with long summer-bleached hair that he could see was soft and shiny to touch.  A long purple velvet dress with an embroidered top covered
her slender body.  An anklet of
bells jangled from her right ankle.  Purple
satin slippers sat on her tiny feet.  The
face was so sweet.  She smiled at
her girlfriends and sunshine shone out.  A feeling of fresh air entered and possessed him immediately;
it was like walking out of prison.  As
if gliding, she came towards him to take the empty chair at the girls’ table
nearest to him.

     He could almost reach out to touch her, to touch
her smooth glowing face. The stalkers were almost beside themselves to lurch
towards her.  Without thinking he
raised his arm over her, claiming possession. 
The stalkers snarled at him as if they would tear him piece by piece. 
With strength unknown to him he eyeballed them fiercely and stood his
ground.  The other girls giggled as
they ordered their drinks.  The stalkers backed away surrounding the remaining girls with
relish.  The male flesh checked the
girls out preparing to select a prospect.

     The band
began to play.  Reluctantly he left
her and his corner to climb on stage to spin his vibrations of enticement
through the flesh and their instruments.  But
his eyes travelled over the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, over the dark
shapes sitting and swimming beyond.  Where
was she?

     He felt
her before he saw her on the dance floor.  The
sensation of warm bliss hung like jasmine in full bloom in his loins. 
The banging of a sanctuary drum exploded within his chest. 
He felt weak and almost lost hold of his grip on reality when he saw her
begin to dance.  It was
extraordinary.  She danced as if her
feet had wings yet her body rocked as if before a god. 
For a fleeting second he thought she actually materially saw him. ‘If
only she could,’ he thought. He tried to cast forbidden imaginings from his
being.  She whirled bending and
wheeling like music, became a vision.  Slowly
a plan evolved within him.  He would
pretend to be her stalker between breaks; keep her entranced upon the dance
floor while he was at his work.  Then,
when the stalkers were at their most distracted, as the crowd grew rowdy and
drunken, and the pairing up began its gaming; he would find a place with her,
and materialize to her.  Then
somehow he would arrange a rendezvous.

     The risks
were horrendous, for to fraternise with the enemy as such; to reveal oneself in
this vulnerable way was to lay oneself open to banishment in demented oblivion. 
No one he knew who’d been exiled as punishment for breaking hell’s
rules had ever been seen again.

     But for
the first time since the fall from grace he felt alive, new and not so damned
alone.  He had to know where that
sunshine radiated from.  Why, beams
of divine love spilled out of those pussycat eyes? 
Even more, why an invisible and refreshing sea flowed from her to him
every time he looked at her.   Now
it was even more disturbing.  He
only had to think of her and desire would well like a flood within him. 
‘This was crazy,’ he thought to himself, but he was alive at long
last.

     He
churned his way through the music lost in the sway of her body amongst the
wooden bodies rocking around her.  The
stalkers were having a good night leaving her to make a beeline back to his
corner.

      She sat down alone at the table swilling
absently the drink in her hand.  Nervously
she lit up a cigarette.  He thought
for the first time it almost looked obscene, like a child playing innocently in
a field of vipers.  Trying to appear
nonchalant he flew off the stage and walked steadily towards her never taking
his eyes off her.  He could smell
the musky sweetness of her perfume as he brushed behind her taking up his usual
position.  She was in front of him
staring into space as if captivated by a dream.

     Two of
her friends came and sat down giggling and chattering like over-excited birds. 
Her name.  He heard one of
them call her name. Jessie.  He rolled the sound around his tongue.  It swallowed like soft rain into him.  A flesh male came over to her and hung his body like a foul
drape above her.   A stalker
followed breathing filth upon them.  Then
surprisingly, Jessie looked away and stood to walk away out the door.

     Without
thinking he rushed to follow.  Outside
the laneway was dark and empty.  The
air was crisp.  She stood still some
six feet from the door.  She lit up
a cigarette and breathed both it and the fresh air deeply.

     “You
shouldn’t be here Jessie.”  He’d
done it now, materialized and was speaking to her.

     She
looked aghast.  “I didn’t know
anyone was here.  You frightened me.  Why shouldn’t I be here? 
You’re here.  And how do
you know my name?”

     Her voice
sounded like a silver dove.  If only
he could hear her sing.  No this was
more than he dared hope for.  Hope? 
He laughed silently.  Hope
was a word he never believed he would use for himself. 
She caressed him with her wide-open feral stare. 
Then she grinned sunshine and laughed unaffectedly.

     “Who
are you?  You look familiar.  Are you a member of the band?”

     Dangerously he replied, “My name is Ariel. 
They call me Reel.   You could say I’m part of the band more like their
manager.  I saw you come in with
your friend’s…  saw you
dance…would you meet me tomorrow in the park around the corner? 
The garden there is just out of this world.”

     He could
have kicked himself for sounding so adolescent, so eager and so foolish.

     She
embraced him with her eyeing him up and down. 
Then with her head tilted exquisitely to one side she answered.  He sucked in deep and held himself like a stone in fear of
what she would say.

     “Sure. 
Why not?  Say midday at the
gate, Reel.  Come inside and dance
with me.”

    
Both elated in the acceptance and disappointment at not being able to
follow his heart’s desire to dance with her he stuttered, “I err. 
Thankyou.  Yes I will meet
you tomorrow at the park.  Midday.  At the
gate, the entrance gate, but I have to go now Jessie.” With that he vanished
as she turned to stub out her cigarette. 

 



 

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