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Raw Material: falling victim to the sexy angel trend

I've been laughing every time I read about the new "post-vampire," "post-zombie" pop literary fad of sexy angels. Seriously? Aren't angels supposed to be spirits without bodies? How can they be sexy?


But then, I remember the story of Lot, and how a pair of angels disguised as sexy dudes almost got date-raped in Sodom. Or Gomorrah. Wherever that was.



And, while researching ancient things for my fairy tale novel set in an imaginary place but a real time period (post-Jesus, pre-Crusades), I came across this Biblical description of an angel sighting:

Then I lifted up mine eyes, and looked, and behold a certain man clothed in linen, whose loins were girded with fine gold of Uphaz:

His body also was like the beryl, and his face as the appearance of lightning, and his eyes as lamps of fire, and his arms and his feet like in colour to polished brass, and the voice of his words like the voice of a multitude.

And I Daniel alone saw the vision: for the men that were with me saw not the vision; but a great quaking fell upon them, so that they fled to hide themselves.

Therefore I was left alone, and saw this great vision, and there remained no strength in me: for my comeliness was turned in me into corruption, and I retained no strength.

Yet heard I the voice of his words: and when I heard the voice of his words, then was I in a deep sleep on my face, and my face toward the ground.


Apparently this angel was so stunning that he gave a group of men the shakes and sent Daniel into a full-on faceplant into the ground. That's what I call RAW MATERIAL!

I'm sorry. I can't help it. This bit of Biblical Knowledge is going straight into my book. My little Bible scholar princess is about to have some sweet dreams. I promise, my story still will not include vampires or zombies.

Just unicorns with magical poop.

To be continued...

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