Sequel to Far from Heaven Michael, Gabriel and Raphael try to settle into the new situation with more or less success. This would be enough drama to last them for years, but when did archangels ever get off that easily? The apocalypse is approaching and when the cage opens and Lucifer get thrown into the mix everything they achieved might just fall apart again.

Gabriel has been living as the Trickster for a very long time trying to forget heaven and keep out its mess, when one night he run into Michael by chance. They only get a quick glimpse at each other, but now they are caught in a wave of emotions and memories long buried. Both of them have changed more than they could have imagined, but do they still have a chance to fix everything?

It is 209 AC, the tourney of Ashford meadow. It starts with feasting and drinking and laughter and it ends with Baelor Targaryens death at his brother Maekars hands, an event that will haunt the younger prince for life. But told from a different perspective there is more to Ashford meadow than meets the eye and Maekar might not be a kinslayer after all.

Dwalin just could not look away, no matter how hard he tried. He saw the blood, he saw Thorins empty eyes, he saw that Thorin was not breathing, but his mind downright refused to put the pieces together and come to the only logical conclusion. It could not be true, not Thorin, not now, not after everything.

Archangels are fierce. They are absolute. They are heavens most terrifying weapons. But beneath the shell they are so much less and so much more. Little piece about the Archangels and their hopes and dreams, as they struggle through their existences.