Mychael Black

Andrew Blackwell is only one of countless humans who managed to survive post-World War III. Living in the shell of what was once New York City, he focuses on working hard and playing hard. Nothing else matters.<br><br>But fate has other ideas, and they arrive in the form of a rather surly angel who's been sent to find the one special human who can possibly help save humankind.<br><br>Thrown into yet another war, Andrew has no choice but to trust Mikhail ... no matter where the angel may lead him.

Descendant

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mikhail grimaced and quickened his pace.


Truth was, he did feel. Something prickled his skin, the sensation foreign and somewhat annoying. All around him loomed the ruins of New York’s once-proud skyline, threatening to topple over onto the peons below. Then he stopped and stared up at what was left of a high-rise towering above him. This was it.


“Good afternoon,” said the armed gorilla who was acting as doorman. He gave Mikhail a not-so-pleasant smirk. “Can I help you?”


“A little help would be nice right about now, Gabriel.” Mikhail heard the archangel’s chuckle in his head, then Mr. Pleasant-and-Pumped stepped to the side and pulled the door open without another word.


Chapter 2