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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Who is she? Whose child is she carrying? From the moment Beth Kincaid rubs the brass of long dead Olivia Avenlyng while she and her husband tour England, two worlds collide. Olivia freely inhabits Beth's body, and Beth is pulled back in time to relive the terror of Olivia's life, torn between love and duty.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2003

4 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [748 KB], eReader (PDB) [258 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [248 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [220 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [182 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [261 KB], hiebook (KML) [538 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [319 KB], iSilo (PDB) [204 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [255 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [285 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [333 KB]
Words: 75646
Reading time: 216-302 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Flight of Angels is a ghost story with a twist. A chilling mystery, it is also a warm story of the reassertion of love between a husband and wife. Peopled with absorbing characters within a fascinating story line, Angels will keep you turning the pages."--Romantic Times

A loud crash jarred her awake and she sat up, startled, the book falling noisily to the floor. Outside a storm raged. Through the window, illuminated by slashing lightning, trees flailed in the wind and thunder crashed in deafening crescendos. A small sound froze her into immobility. someone was crying.

The room plunged into darkness. She was surrounded by profound blackness. A frantic scream rose in her throat. The crying was louder. Her breath came shallow and fast. Someone was in the room. The hair on the back of her neck tingled. Gooseflesh rose on her arms.

Outside the wind picked up velocity, tossing the trees violently. Air in the room moved as if whipped by a mighty stirring of wings. Curtains at the window bellied out over her arm. The other presence was so strong that she unconsciously reached out a hand to touch-to protect-but there was nothing. And just under the wind, was the sad, keening wail of someone in mortal grief.