Falling Angels

Help comes from a very unexpected quarter in the battle against hostile aliens and at the same time, Callista Jones finds herself swept up into a love affair that could jeopardize everything she and her family are fighting for.
The room where my extended family blood relations or not had
gathered pulsed with a kind of shocked silence. I think we were all still trying to piece together what we’d just seen on the screen before someone had blacked out the transmission. I knew I was. Who or what had those dark, looming shapes actually been? They’d moved faster than any human being I’d ever seen, that was for sure. Because of my family’s history, I assumed the worst. Not all visitors from beyond the stars were benign like my father and grandfather. Otto, who had made himself scarce for the past quarter-century or so, now blocked the screen and regarded us calmly, perfect features impassive,
arms crossed. Or rather, he seemed calm enough, although I noticed that he wouldn’t look directly at anyone. Maybe he wasn’t happy about having to address such a large crowd all at once my aunt’s family room had been filled to capacity, couches and chairs crowded with my cousins, my aunt and uncle; my parents; the Olivers and their children, Michael and Taryn. My mother was actually the first person to speak. She rose from her chair, fine brows pulled together, full mouth compressed into a taut line. Otto, who had once been the spirit guide of our long-time family friend and my sort of adoptive aunt Persephone Oliver, was probably number one on my mother’s list of people she couldn’t stand, so I understood her anger. After all, it was Otto’s fault that my father’s powers had been stripped from him and he’d been exiled here on Earth, forever unable to go back to his life among the stars.