Friday, March 18, 2016

"Firefly: Angels Reign Series Book 2" by Candy O’Donnell


Lillian stepped off the front porch and into a sea of fireflies. Every nook was highlighted with the small phosphorescent beings. All of them had brilliant hues igniting them as they allowed her to inspect their lit bodies. One swerved gently by her face, and a warm feeling caressed her with each pass it made. With her arm, Lillian reached out to see if one would find its way to her hand, but none did. She raised the corners of her lips into a grin, and felt a pang of remorse. She noticed more of these light beings were whisking swiftly over the tree in her direction. It was an extraordinary sight to behold.
Each individual insect carried with it a sense of well-being and calm, which seeped slowly into her soul like molasses. Lillian could see right through their tiny clear bodies as the light revealed what was within. She was fascinated by their glow, and she gained a new revelation of what fireflies stood for. They seemed angelic and supernatural. They were to be observed and praised for their exquisiteness, and imitated for their uniqueness.
Her eyes observed their flight and the numerous channels they took as they put on a show in the front yard. This event was nothing short of a dance among the stars. Lillian stepped onto the lawn and felt their grace blanket her entire figure. They were here for her and no one else. One came spiraling down and hovered near her nose, where it penetrated her soul with its intuitive stare. She thought it held an aptitude to read her mind and understand her past, present, and future. Whatever endeavor she wished to take on, it would see it. 
Tree branches were cloaked in a magnificent luminous glow. Each limb was highlighted, as if numerous tiny lights were strung there. This reminded Lillian of Christmas, as many yellow lights lit every limb of the tree. This spectacular vision, usually reserved for December, transcended other evenings with its iridescence.


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