The Light and the Flame – New Release by Louann Carroll

Check out this new release, The Light and the Flame by Louann Carroll

Trouble arises and concern ripples through the Olam. Kate is unable to make the transition from human to bond mate and her dreams of returning to Earth with Noah are crushed. Uriel will become Kate’s mentor while Noah is dispatched to Naresh, his home planet and to his people to whom the Light no longer speaks.

Will Kate become the bond mate she is meant to be? Will Noah find welcome with his people or will they despise him for taking the Light from their souls. Most important of all, will the prophecy of Lucia be fulfilled, or will Belial, demon of Hades, murder her in a fit of jealous rage?


“Enough!” Belial shouted, causing a comet to rip across the skies of Ursula in the seventh dimension. “The Light makes us gods then ignores us.” After sipping Goshen from a fragile glass, he threw the cup across the room, taking pleasure as it shattered against a far wall.

“Be calm, my favored one. Be still.”

“Why did the Light choose humans?” Belial demanded.

His clone shrugged.

When not preoccupied with other matters, this thought was compulsive. Rejected and alone, Belial paced his office. At last, he sat in the Reiki hoping it would calm him. Glancing at Manov he frowned as his clone hovered nearby.
Manov blushed, his hands trembling even as he tried to pour another glass of Goshen, known for its calming powers.
The clone’s dimwitted brain was easy for Belial to read. Replicates were either exceptionally smart or stupid and Manov was as stupid as they came.

Manov asked, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No.” Belial, one of the first created souls and a crowned prince of Hades, rose from the Reiki and walked to the window. He leaned over the parapet, breathing deeply. The blue cornflower had awakened last evening, filling Corseca with the most delightful scent.

“The city is beautiful, yes?” Manov asked.
Growling, Belial cried, “Get away from me. I wish to be alone.” At times, his temper fell upon the witless Manov. A pang of guilt surfaced; a left over emotion from his days with Sheren, his banished wife and mother to his three sons. She had attempted to make his conscience take root, to flourish like hers, and for her he had even tried to create one. But when she left him for the Light, his fledgling empathy died, well, mostly died. It would take eons to get it completely out of his system.
Glancing out the window, tall towers of crushed corinthen shell glistened in the lowering light, while an angry ocean crested against white sand beaches. He heard Manov exit the chamber, closing the door, the raspy sound grating on his nerves.
“By the Light,” he whispered. He rested his eyes on stormy seas, his soul taking part in the creation and destruction of the planet. He had a fondness for the clone and berated himself for being cruel, another emotion best left to the ethers. Still, looking at Manov was like peering into a mirror. Hurting him was like destroying a piece of himself.
The Light had given first angels the power of creation and procreation, if the desire was present. Belial had quickly cloned himself. It was a much cleaner process than birthing and didn’t require a female.
He often sat in wonderment, staring at Manov, amazed at the powers the Light had bestowed. The day after the Light came to know Itself angels entered the universe. Born in varying hues, they had personalities that ranged from angelic perfection to himself and Lucifer, both filled with jealousy, hatred, and willfulness. One of the first born, they fell at the feet of the Light in agony, the love filling them too much to bear.
From that moment on, he gave allegiance only to the Light and to no other soul, including humans, and he expected the same from his creator. His bitterness ran deep when All That Is made humans Its chosen people. They were nasty creatures, always simpering, pleading, praying, locked into their dark world by choice. Why in Hades would anyone want that kind of life?
Hissing, he turned away from the window. It was not just humans he found distasteful, but most creatures in the universe. Filled with things like love, compassion, and that hateful word, empathy, they roamed the universe seeking to do good to others. He didn’t want to know what empathy felt like and he had no room for love.
Rage threatened to overtake him.
After all, what had all that goodness done for him? Three sons had he by Sheren. Three! How stupid could he be? He howled with regret, the window mirroring his anger as the great change began. Born amidst his fury, the bestiality would overtake his angelic persona in moments. Their firstborn son, Haonshalom, he’d killed with his own hand, or rather talon. He brought up an arm and wiggled his fingers. In a flash, one elongated, baring a razor sharp spike. He’d driven it into his son’s heart then killed the woman he’d married and their newborn son.


Louann Carroll is a Native Californian living in the Sierra Nevada foothills with her husband, Dennis. Mother to three children, she is an avid rock, fossil, and gem hunter who enjoys sharing her finds with family and friends. She is a student of alternative religion, archaeology, anthropology, and paleontology.

After leaving her position as C.E.O. in the Bay Area, she has pursued her writing career with much success. Winner of the 2010 Crescent Moon Press award for best novel, she has added numerous titles to her resume. She is the author of the Gemini series, A Shadow of Time, a paranormal romance, Journeys, The Adventure of Leaf, and other children’s stories.

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