Right behind Silver there were three angels. They had been created in the image of God himself, so it came as no surprise they looked like Greek gods. Front and centre in his white armour and white hot sword was Gabriel. They sent down their general to deal with me?
In this state they may as well have been statues, and her sauntering past them would happen in the blink of an eye. While Clara could manipulate time, she could not freeze them individually in place.
“I’m jealous…” Clara confessed.
“Eons of practice…”
“I wouldn’t discount talent…”

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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