From Heaven To Earth (The Faith of the Fallen) Read Online Free PDF

him.”
    “Right,” Riell said, through a clenched jaw. While her teacher had
required Riell to tell her of her life to be considered as a student, Devi had
agreed to never bring up her past relationship with Shrazz.
    “I am Sita,” she said.
    “So he banished you?” Devi asked.
    Riell could not speak.
    Shrazz was her Ravana, and she had banished herself along with their
potential relationship. He had always loved her, despite the other women. Her
mistake was not professing her love. If she had, maybe they could have salvaged
their relationship. Maybe he would have understood that he had hurt her. She
wrote a letter to Shrazz that night to rebuild their friendship.
    His reply came months later: a band of ragtag humans who dared to call
themselves knights with him at the helm. Still, Riell fondly remembered their
little skirmish, mostly because she was the one who came out on top.
    She giggled.
    I was on top later that night too...
    She sighed, why was she acting like such a fledgling? She listened to the
woman sing for a bit longer. She missed the Himalayas.
    I wish I could hash this out with Devi right now, Riell thought. The
thought of her taking me as a pupil humbles me to this day. She was worshiped
as a goddess. Not only one, Riell smiled, but three: a nurturer, a
warrior and a destroyer.
    She walked to the guardrail of the boardwalk and looked over the lake to
let her thoughts bathe in the cool, limpid water.
    That angel’s coming heralds the next Great War. Which is he, I wonder?
A teacher for these humans, a warrior fighting for a cause? Or perhaps he is
only the apocalyptic instrument of his God. How could such a being be
entrapped? And what does The Falling Curtain want with his life?
    Riell gazed at the full moon.
    “Whoa, check out this chick’s get up!” A man shouted from behind.
    Riell closed her eyes tightly and silently rebuked herself for not
changing clothes.
    “You know the medieval section is on the other side of the lake,” the man
said. “I can take you there if you want some company.”
    Riell ignored him.
    “Christ, you don’t have to be so bitchy,” he said as he continued on his
way and left Riell to her thoughts.
    She turned back to the lake.
    “That guy was right. You don’t have to be so bitchy,” a woman rasped. She
leaned against the rail and looked at their reflections in the water.
    Riell’s hand went for her short sword when she saw translucent wings
cloaked the stranger.
    The skia’s thin lips curled into a smirk. She reached into the pockets of
her jacket. She pulled a box of cigarettes out and the short jacket rode up.
Riell saw the top of the skia’s butt and her red G-string and relaxed.
    Riell took her hand from her hilt but kept her eyes on the eavesdropper.
    “You fledglings are always so classy,” Riell said.
    “I just came here to talk, but your ego is getting to me,” she said.
    “You’re the one with your junk hanging out,” Riell said. “Who are you
anyway? You’ve got some audacity following me here. If we weren’t in such a
crowd this meeting would be an unpleasant one for you.”
    The skia jammed her cigarette box back into her pocket and lit the one
that hung out of her mouth. She took a deep drag and blew the smoke in Riell’s
face.
    “Either tell me where the angel went or next time you’re not in such a
complicated area we’ll collect the bounty on your head,” she said and ruffled
the back of her brown spiky hair.
    “Bounty?” Riell laughed. “No benefactor would dare place a bounty on my
head, not with my connections in The Curtain. You have heard of The Falling
Curtain, haven’t you, fledgling?”
    The skia said nothing until she finished her cigarette. “When The Curtain
finds out that you and Shrazz are using a third party for the best paying
kidnapping job I will ever see in my life, you may find we’re not the only ones
after you,” she said.
    Riell laughed. “Shrazz would never commit to such sacrilege,” she