All Chapters of An Angel's Feather: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

epilogue Laughing, she gouged out his eyes, cut off his ears and nose, drilled holes in his skull and then peeled off his skin. Everything alive. Both the ground and herself were marked with blood in the end. "I hope I never have to kill anyone again," she said to her husband one evening in the shower."Because it was so horrible for you?" He replied. She had shaken her head and rested her head on his chest. "No. Because it was so much fun. " Sighing, I looked over the land, which shone in a rich green. Spring had come. The fifth that I have already seen here. And even though I've been here for so long, I still couldn't get enough of the beauty of heaven. Yes, I lived here now. This was my new home. I still couldn't believe what had happened after the fight with Nereus. Zayn had actually been out to start another fight, the archangels had realized that too. You were understanding. And now? Today there were no

So let's name the caller Mr. Hartmann from the airport management, Risk Management department, a graduate of a management training center. Since many of my customers use their working hours to get in touch with me, I did not attach any importance to the fact of his professional orientation. From the one-euro jobber to the opera conductor, we all have the same problems, class and social position are secondary. However, Hartmann explained somewhat biased (biased customers are not unusual for me) that his call was directly related to airport operations, was not of a private nature and my presence at the scene of the event was desirable.“Can we meet, preferably today? Expenses and costs will be reimbursed. "While I was leafing through my diary, he asked if home calls were one of the practices of my guild. There is no guild, everyone who deals professionally with the supernatural is in a sense a solo artist with quite different degrees of virtuosity and individual f

There have been other departures since the Learjet. Departures, which this time also directly affected the airline boss, in the form of a significant loss of his active aircraft fleet, because none of the expensive capital goods has so far returned to a hangar. In the meantime, Mr. Hartmann admitted as if he was personally to blame, almost every week the loss of a plane was to be regretted."Always only from our company, the competition remains unscathed," said the line manager indignantly.I looked out the window where half a dozen machines in the paintwork typical of his company were gleaming in the sun."And no idea where they could have gone?"A collective no rang out. The answer to this question had often been given here in an unsatisfactory manner."It's been like this for three months?""Yes," it sounded equally tired.Of course, all responsible government agencies were immediately involved. Without the crash and the wreck, the

Which is why the appearance at the scene of the crime at an unusual time of day can sometimes be splendidly instrumentalized. It is said that loneliness and fatigue bring out the divine in man. If that sounds too grandiose to you, you will at least agree with me that everyone becomes emotionally thin after a night's sleep that is too short. If most of them are only struck by a useless disorientation, I know how to gain something from this stupidity. For the first anamnesis it offers ideal conditions. That one looks a bit clumsy on the outside is an inevitable side effect. In other words, the more the real voices fall away from you and assume the sensational value of budgie chatter, the more sensitive your inner ear becomes to the omnipresent whispering of the spiritual. In the ideal case, the extraction of clear messages succeeds. The everyday only bothers me, why Mr. Hartmann's busyness soon became a nuisance to me. No less I am to him, bearing in mind my stubborn aver

 was just entering the lock between the automatic doors when I saw someone in the middle of the faces beaming expectantly at me. I knew immediately who it was, who immediately changed its original course and began to follow me for a spontaneous greeting. He caught up with me in the forecourt."Where are you in such a hurry?"Journalists always seem - as it is called in the film language - to be opposed, as is Ludwig P. If you don't hang a camera conspicuously on them, anyone could be a press person. Perhaps it is because this profession requires more inclination than talent, that everyone can make up their minds to be a journalist from now on by virtue of a personal decision. But actually that applies to many professions, especially mine.A physiognomy corresponding to the function arises only in explicit apprenticeships. The longer the training, the more likely it is to conform to the popular cliché. Bishops always look like bishops. Likewise, feder