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He walked her through the procedure of unloading and reloading the magazine and the chamber. She struggled with it; the weapon was awkward, the mechanism a bit stiff in her small hands. When she was finally comfortable with those maneuvers, Gabriel taught her to chamber a shell. Her head snapped back as she looked up at him in shock at his use of the endearment. His eyes met hers as his frown intensified. Gabriel nodded as she chucked the shells out of the chamber again.
Keeping it in your room under your bed is probably best. I brought some books, and there are a lot of movies here too. Gabriel leaned forward and briefly touched her lips with his before casually turning and walking to his room. She could all but feel his lips still against hers. What the hell was he thinking? He could tell she was scared to death of the damned thing, but she was a game one.
It was all he could do not to grab her and kiss her; especially when her lips separated just a bit, and the tip of her tongue peeked out as she concentrated on her task. He wanted to taste that tongue. Actually he wanted to taste every square inch of that compact little body, but first he wanted to spend an entire day just sucking on that tongue. Just thinking about his last relationship made him queasy. When would he learn to stay away from head cases?
Hardly the reaction he was accustomed to, then again, he knew he looked like hell at the moment. Of course, maybe she was simply responding to the notion of being courted while they were on the run with a passel of crazy people on their tail. He had to agree.
This was hardly the time for him to be interested in sex. He laughed bitterly. Tell that to his cock. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was the most disturbing one of all. What if it was more than just sex? Disoriented for a moment, she glanced over at the snow-white chair where Geometry had taken up residence. She sighed. That chair would be covered in long gray hair in no time. She needed to find something to cover it. Given the aromas coming from the kitchen, Gabriel was already up and cooking.
The grumble in her stomach compelled her to follow the delicious smells. After freshening up in the spacious bathroom, she went to the kitchen, stopping short at the sight in front of her. Gabriel turned away from the counter where he was removing waffles from the waffle iron. Ryannon took a deep breath. The hair whirled across his flat stomach before arrowing down into the waistband of his low-slung jeans. There was something almost primal about the combination of skin and the glory that was his wings.
Gabriel glanced at his appendages self-consciously. The almost six-foot wingspan glowed in an iridescent array of colors that complemented the golden hues of his aura. She nodded to indicate his shirtless state. I do a trick that I learned from my old man. I fry the bacon on the waffle iron and then add the batter. No splatter, and it tastes fabulous. The fridge and pantry are fully stocked, but I only know how to cook breakfast food. They look delicious.
She tucked into the delicious dish and watched in continuing amazement as he demolished his waffles in short order. He looked at her with a raised brow. Before long, he was eating another large stack of waffles. Ryannon rose from the bar and began cleaning the kitchen. He kept a neat apartment. Why did he leave the kitchen looking like a goat had exploded? Gabriel threw back his head, laughing at the consternation she knew must be present on her face.
You cooked. Now that was unexpected. She took her time drying the bowl and putting it away. At the very least I should know why.
She stared at him as he stood and walked around the counter to rinse his plate. He stooped to pick up the bowl, which was fortunately made of some unbreakable material and was undamaged by its precipitous fall. Did the man stand upright for anything? Amazing how he said the most incredible things with almost casual aplomb. About me, that is. Ryannon thought about denying the attraction, then shucked the idea. Seems to be the story of my life. I never meet anyone at the right time.
You might recall that the man did try to burn me at the stake. Somehow, despite his relaxed posture, she felt almost as though he was stalking her. She could feel her nipples pebbling under the soft cotton of her shirt. Gabriel settled back even more comfortably on the counter, his wings glistening in the last rays of the setting sun streaming through the kitchen window.
I pretty much play everything. Piano, guitar, and trumpet are my specialties, though. I had piano lessons as a child, but I have no talent in that area. Her voice was amazing, but I thought you were spectacular. She always claims that people come to see her, not me. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. I feel like playing. He winced slightly as he sat down, his injuries obviously still bothering him. His bare skin was a bit much for her nerves to take. I have a massage oil that should help with that soreness.
That would be terrific. When she returned to the living room, Gabriel had removed his shirt 32 Roslyn Hardy Holcomb again. She came up behind him on the sofa. His thick hair concealed the lump on the back of his head, but it only took a moment to find it. After pouring a small amount of the oil on her fingertips, she began a light scalp massage.
The growl that erupted from his throat was so sensuous that Ryannon hesitated for a moment. What is it? I make it up to sell in my shop. The main ingredients are blue chamomile and lavender with some black pepper for pain relief. I can smell that. Amazing that flowers could feel so good. She loved it when her services were appreciated. The blue chamomile is fifty bucks an ounce. Obviously they need to diversify.
At this point Gabriel was practically purring. She wondered if he knew his wings were moving almost like a dog wagging its tail.
The feel of his muscles flowing under that golden tan skin… Her imagination played a vivid reel of what that skin would look like pressed against hers.
When she realized that she was touching him more for her pleasure than for his, she stepped away. This black pepper is deadly if you get it into your eyes. The running water soothed her nerves somewhat. This was hardly the time or the place, especially considering she was the reason he was in trouble to begin with. Of course, his cock was so hard he doubted he could walk, let alone chase her. He closed his eyes, struggling to think of anything, anything but the feel of those strong, soft hands sliding so efficiently over his flesh.
Poor thing. He glanced at the closed bathroom door. Needing a distraction, he put his shirt back on and went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face in an effort to calm down. When he returned to the living room, Ryannon was seated on the couch flipping through the pages of a magazine. Her cat was curled up beside her, and something about the way those turquoise eyes stared at him made him uncomfortable.
He walked over to his trumpet case and removed the instrument before taking a seat in the chair opposite the sofa. He continued to play softly, letting his mood carry him. Though he played with his eyes closed, he could feel Ryannon looking at him almost as intensely as he had felt her touch.
She waited until he paused before she asked a question. He liked that about her; she knew better than to interrupt him while he was playing.
I teach a little, and I play in a quartet. Amazing how well weddings and gigs like that pay. Reading fortunes. Selling aromatherapy. Not to mention the occasional warning to an apocalyptic trigger. The soreness is almost gone, and the headache is gone.
She probably did yoga. You mean there are more people like me? Why would you be the only one? I mean he is God. Presumably he could wipe us out with a crook of his finger. Well, at least not in the sense you mean. Despite my head injury, I do remember stuff. After all, they were talking about the end of the world. At least not unless he wanted you to. Said God told him that now is the time.
This is just a power play for his gullible followers. Maybe you got tainted by the witch. Crazy motherfucker. I was really enjoying you. His eyes closed, his fingers moving slowly over the valves. The notes slid over her skin like a caress, and she shivered in response. As though he sensed her arousal, Gabriel eyes slowly drifted open and met hers.
He pulled the trumpet away from his lips and smiled. Gabriel sighed good-naturedly and resumed playing. Ryannon could still hear the muted notes as she drifted off to sleep. The knock came again, and she sat up, then told Gabriel to come in. To her surprise he was carrying Geometry—a very agitated and annoyed-looking Geometry.
Brave man. How did she get in my room? Ryannon tried to ignore how impossibly sexy he looked wearing just his pajama bottoms. She pretty much goes wherever she pleases. What other witchy secrets are you keeping? My bad. Gabriel frowned. How do they know where we are? For once Geometry was cooperative, an even greater indicator of the danger they were in.
He tucked his handgun into the waistband of his jeans. Gabriel paused after he opened the front door, and it was a good thing he did, because they heard pounding footsteps charging up the stairs.
Gabriel closed the door and engaged the deadbolt. They took a moment to slide a straight back chair under the knob as well. They went out the French doors that opened onto a small balcony. Though they were on the second floor, the building was backed by a sloping hill. They threw their bags over the balcony first. Afterward Gabriel leaped over, holding the shotgun in one hand.
He landed in a dive roll and was apparently unharmed. He easily caught Geometry in her carrier when Ryannon tossed her over, and then she jumped as well. Her landing was not as graceful as his, and she took a moment to catch her breath. Gabriel was gathering their things. Call him. His directions were clear and concise. Does he have any idea how these people found us? Gabriel had the little four-cylinder engine of his ancient compact pegged to the max, but their pursuers were driving a much better car of a more recent vintage.
The nondescript four-door sedan was still in hot pursuit and gaining on them. You can call down hellfire. You know, like Sodom and Gomorrah. You are an angel.
Have you ever driven in this town? You need hellfire just to get through the Downtown Connector. He narrowly missed being mowed down by an wheeler as he took the next exit. Resting his left arm on the steering wheel, he turned his upper body to face her.
Focus on what it is you want and make it happen. Gabriel turned to the front of the vehicle again, both hands holding the steering wheel.
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Ryannon watched as he closed his eyes, and she could see his knuckles whiten as his grip tightened. Instead the incineration of the car and its contents was far more subtle.
Then the flame oozed over the rest of the vehicle. One moment it was whole and sleekly new, but gradually, like scorching toast, the car slowly blackened. Gabriel stared at the other car as though transfixed. Ryannon shook him.
If someone sees us, they might think we had something to do with it. I just killed two people. Clearly he has a plan. She raised her eyes to meet his, then leaned forward until they were forehead to forehead.
She felt the breath hiss between his teeth, and she pulled away before he could respond further. He stared at her for a long moment before he shook his head. Out of here. Ryannon leaned back against her seat with a sigh. Though now she was seriously beginning to question exactly what that was.
She closed her eyes. She made herself more comfortable in the bucket seat, and listening to Geometry softly purring at her feet, she drifted off to sleep. He quickly sat down, then glanced around the sparsely populated room before speaking.
Apparently not. Gabriel looked exhausted. Bringing down hellfire must have totally wiped him out. She figured he had an hour, maybe two, before he completely crashed. Despite the early hour, the man was wearing neatly pressed charcoal gray trousers and a rose-colored polo shirt. You know, guns, explosives, stuff like that?
King Jr. Harris and W illiam T. Colem an Roy W ilkins and Benjam in L. H ooks Jesse Jackson and Joseph E. Lowery Before the MAYFLOWER A HISTORY OF BLACK AMERICA In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumults, in labors, in watchings, in fastings; B y pureness, by knowledge, by long-suffering, by kindness, by the Holy Ghost, by love unfeigned, By the word o f truth, by the power o f God, by the armor o f righteousness on the right hand and on the left, By honour and dishonour, by evil report and good report; as deceivers, and yet true; As unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and, behold, we live; as chastened, and not killed; As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing all things.
We know now that Shakespeare spoke truth. For an academic breakthrough, which is as challenging on its own level as the political renaissance of col ored peoples, has yielded a new perspective on African and world history. Africa, long considered the Dark Continent, is now regarded as the place where mankind first received light. An cient Africans, long considered prim itive, are now revealed as creative contributors to Egyptian civilization and builders of powerful states in the Sudan.
From Olduvai Gorge in East Africa, from caves in the Sahara and excavations in the Nile Valley come bits of bone and husks of grain which speak more eloquently than words of the trials and trium phs of the African ancestors of American blacks. Discoveries by Dr.
Leakey and other archeologists indicate that the human race was born in Africa. A growing body of research from this and other African sites indicates further that toolmaking began in Africa and that this seminal invention spread to Europe and Asia. The Nile Valley: Im portant finds in the Sudan and the Nile Valley prove that people of a Negroid type were influential con tributors to that cradle of civilization ancient Egypt.
Dis coveries at excavations near Khartoum in the Sudan and at El Badari on the Nile indicate that Stone Age Negroes laid the foun dation for much of the civilization of the Nile Valley and manufac tured pottery before pottery was made in the worlds earliest known city.
C entral and South A m erica: American and African-American scholars, working primarily in the United States and Mexico, unearth new archeological evidence, including carbon dated sculpture, which suggests that African mariners explored the New World before Columbus. This evidence and corroborative data from the diaries and letters of explorers, Arabic charts and maps and the recorded tales of African griots indicate that there was extensive pre-Columbian contact between ancient Africa and the Americas.
An overwhelming body of new evidence, says Professor Ivan Van Sertima They Came Before Columbus , is now emerging from several disciplines, evidence that could not be verified and interpreted before, in the light of the infancy of archaeology and the great age of racial and intellectual prejudice.
The most re markable examples of this evidence are the realistic portraitures of Negro-Africans in clay, gold and stone unearthed in pre Columbian strata in Central and South A merica. The Sahara: French explorer Henri Lhote discovers rock paint ings which suggest to author Basil Davidson that peoples of a Negro type were painting men and women with a beautiful and sensitive realism before B.
Whitelaw pointed out in a general summary of the evidence. Later dis coveries, he wrote, all the way from Kenya to Transvaal not only of early human remains but also of advanced anthropoid types have brought the historical anthropologists to a state of confused expectancy.
Considerably more evidence will have to be brought to light, however, before even the main outlines of mans early history in Africa can be drawn. It is already reasonable, however, to believe that such evidence may be forthcoming as will require a radical change of perspective on African history, if not on history itself.
It is already reasonable, in fact, to believe that the African ancestors of American blacks were among the major benefactors of the human race. Such evidence as survives clearly shows that Africans were on the scene and acting when the human drama opened.
F o r'a long time, in fact, the only people on the scene were Africans. For some , years Africa and Africans led the world. Were these people who gave the world fire and tools and cultivated grain were they Negroes?
The ancient bones are silent. It is possible, indeed probable, that they were dark skinned. More than that cannot be said at this time. Civilization started in the great river valleys of Africa and Asia, in the Fertile Crescent in the N ear East and along the narrow ribbon of the Nile in Africa.
In the Nile Valley that beginning was an African as well as an Asian achievement. Blacks, or people who would be considered blacks today, were among the first people to use tools, paint pictures, plant seeds and worship gods. In the beginning, then, and for a long time afterwards, black people marched in the front ranks of the emerging human proces sion. They founded empires and states.
They extended the boun daries of the possible. They made some of the critical discoveries and contributions that led to the modern world. Looking back on that age from our own, one is struck by what seems to be an absence of color consciousness. Back there, in the beginning, blackness did not seem to be an occasion for obloquy.
In fact, the reverse seems to have been true, for whites were sometimes ridiculed for the unnatural whiteness of their skin. During this critical period in the evolution of man, blacks were known and honored throughout the ancient world. Homer praised Memnon, king of Ethiopia, and black Eurybates: O f visage solemn, sad, but sable hue, Short, wooly curls, oerfleeced his bending head Eurybates, in whose large soul alone, Ulysses viewed an image o f his own. Homer, Herodotus, Pliny, Diodorus and other classical writers repeatedly praised the Ethiopians.
The annals of all the great early nations of Asia Minor are full of them , Flora Louisa Lugard wrote. The Mosaic records allude to them frequently; but while they are described as the most powerful, the most just, and the most beautiful of the human race, they are constantly spoken of as black, and there seems to be no other conclusion to be drawn, than that at that remote period of history the leading race of the W estern world was a black race.
The Ethiopians claimed to be the spiritual fathers of Egyptian civilization. Diodorus Siculus, the Greek historian who wrote in the first century B.
They supposed themselves to be the inventors of worship, of festivals, of solemn assemblies, of sacrifices, and every reli gious practice.
W hatever may have been the spiritual influence of the ancient Ethiopians, it is established beyond doubt that blacks from some where were an im portant element among the peoples who fa thered Egyptian civilization.
Badarian culture proves that blacks camped on the banks of the Nile thousands of years before the Egypt of the Pharaohs. Bodies were excavated at El Badari amid artifacts suggesting a date of about eight thousand B. In the intestines of these bodies were husks of barley which indicated that the dark-skinned Badarians had learned to cultivate cereals.
The beautifully fashioned Badarian pottery was never surpassed, not even in Egypts days of greatest glory. Still more evidence comes from the testimony of bones. Schol ars who examined some eight hundred skulls of the predynastic Egyptians found that at least one-third were definitely Negroid. The more we learn of Nubia and the Sudan, Dr. If black people were a major elem ent among the peoples who fathered Egyptian civilization, who were the Egyptians?
The question bristles with thorns. The only thing that can be said with assurance is that they probably were not Caucasians. The evi dence suggests that they were a black-, brown-, and yellow skinned people who sprang from a mixture of Negro, Semitic and Caucasian stocks.
How did the Egyptians see themselves? They painted them selves in three colors: black, reddish-brown, yellow. The color white was available to them , but they used it to portray blue-eyed, white-skinned foreigners.
One of the clearest examples of this is the great mural of a procession from a tomb of Thebes in the time of Thotmes III.
The Egyptians and Ethiopians in the procession are painted in the usual brown and black colors, but thirty-seven whites in the procession are rendered in white tones. Who were they? Hoskins said they were probably white slaves of the king of Ethiopia sent to the Egyptian king as the most acceptable present. Great black scholars, such as W. Du Bois, C arter G.
Woodson and William Leo Hansberry, have insisted that the an cient Egyptians, from Menes to Cleopatra, were a mixed race which presented the same physical types and color ranges as American blacks a people, in short, who would have been forced in the forties to sit on the back seats of the buses in Mississippi. There is supporting testimony on this point from Africanist William Leo Hansberry, who said that the evidence seems to indicate that the Egyptians were a mixed group consisting of Negroids, non-Negroids and an Interm ediate Group which represented, for the most part, mixed bloods.
Summarizing the evidence of scientists who made a sys tematic examination of the skeletal remains of the ancient Egyp tians, he said that Negroids were particularly well represented Mural from an Egyptian tomb illustrates the color ranges of the Ethiopians and Egyptians. Whites in the procession, G. Hoskins said, were probably slaves the Ethiopian king sent to the Egyptian king as a present. Black Egyptian queen, Nefertari, one of the most venerated figures of Egyptian history, is pictured in this painting from an ancient tomb with her husband, Aahmes I.
At one phase of the pre-dynastic period. In the Old Kingdom, however, the Negroid percentage shows a substan tial decline, although the mixed bloods totaled approximately 30 per cent. During the Middle Kingdom period, the Negroid ele ment is again exceptionally strong, rising to 40 per cent in the 11th, 12th, and 13th dynasties.
It again declines during the period of the 18th Dynasty of the New Empire but rises again toward the end of the period, particularly in the 20th Dynasty when Negroids and mixed bloods composed 40 per cent of the total population. It is scarcely surprising, given the biases of W estern scholar ship, that this point is hotly disputed by various white scholars.
But the dissenting scholars are contradicted by an eyewitness. Herodotus, the Greek historian, visited the country some five hundred years before Bethlehem. The Egyptians, he said, were black and curly-haired. Racial identity and racial origins apart, there is overwhelming evidence that Negroes or Negro types played a major role in the development of Egyptian civilization.
Many, perhaps most, of the soldiers were black. Blacks toiled on the pyramids, offered prayers to the sun-god and served with distinction in the state bureaucracy. Ancient Egypt knew him [the Negro], Alexander Chamberlain said, both bond and free, and his blood flowed in the veins of not a few of the mighty Pharaohs.
Ra Nehesi and several other Pharaohs have been identified as blacks by eminent scholars. N efertari, the wife of Aahmes I, Egypts great imperial leader, was cofounder of the famous Eighteenth Dynasty.
She has been described as a Negress [sic] of great beauty, strong personality, and rem arkable administrative ability. There was long and intimate contact between the dark-skinned Egyptians arid the dark-skinned Ethiopians. For fifty centuries or more they fought, traded and interm arried.
During the Middle Empire Ethiopia was a tribute-paying dependency of Egypt. Then, in the middle of the eighth century B. Kashta, a bold Ethiopian monarch, began the conquest which was completed by his son, Piankhy. The legs of his enemies, he said, trembled like those of women.
Piankhy was keenly aware of the value of good public relations. The celebrated stela in which he recounted his deeds of valor is one of the gems of Egyptology. A modern scholar, Sir Alan Gardiner, said it is one of the most illum inating documents that Egyptian history has to show, and displays a vivacity of mind, feeling, and expression such as the homeland could no longer produce. For more than a century Ethiopian kings occupied the divine office of the Pharaohs.
Shabaka, who succeeded Piankhy, at tempted to restore the dwindling fortunes of Egypt. He sponsored a cultural revival, built a chapel at Karnak and restored a temple at Thebes. Diodorus Siculus said he went beyond all his pre decessors in his worship of the gods and his kindness to his subjects. Herodotus said he abolished capital punishment in Egypt. Taharka, the greatest of the Ethiopian Pharaohs, ascended the throne about B.
He was, by all accounts, a rem arkable leader who improved the economic and cultural life of his realm. Sir E. Wallis Budge said Taharka the Tirhakah of the Bible was a capable and energetic king, and under his able rule the country, notwithstanding his wars with the Assyrians, enjoyed a period of prosperity for about twenty-five years. This resourceful leader left inscriptions which indicate that he conquered the H ittites and the Assyrians claims most Egyptologists discount.
So complete was his sway and so absolute was his power that he dubbed him self Emperor of the World. A famous Egyptologist called his reign that astonishing epoch of nigger [sic] domination. Randall-M aclver said, It seems amazing that an African Negro should have been able with any sort of justification to style him self Emperor of the World.
W hen, in B. The capital was later moved farther south to Meroe, where strong-willed queens called Candaces ruled. One of these queens, a one-eyed woman with m asculine characteristics, led the Ethiopians in unsuccessful forays against the Romans. The connection between this civilization and modern Ethiopia is far from clear. W hat ever the true origins of modern Ethiopia, there is no exaggeration in saying that it is one of the oldest countries in the world.
The African kingdom, which traces its lineage back to the famous visit the legendary Queen of Sheba black but comely paid Solomon some one thousand years before Christ, reached the height of its power in the fifth century, when Christianity became the official religion.
With the rise of Islam, the Ethiopians of Axum were isolated and slept, historian Edward Gibbon wrote, for nearly a thousand years, forgetful of the world by whom they were forgotten. During the early Christian era, blacks were scattered to the four corners of the world. For many centuries black m erchants traded with India, China and Europe. Other blacks were sold as slaves in Europe and Asia.
By that time blacks were well known in Venice in Europe and in the deserts of Arabia. Perhaps the best known of the Arabic blacks was Antar, the impassioned lover-warrior-poet.
The son of an attractive slave woman and an Arab nobleman, Antar became a famous poet and was immortalized after his death as the Achilles of the Arabian Iliad.
Fearless, impetuous, ready to fight, sing a lyric or drink wine, Antar won fame in the poetic contests which were common in pre-Islamic days.
His fame spread and he was hailed as the greatest poet of his time. Like most poets, Antar had an eye for ladies and love. Twas then her beauties first enslaved my heart Those glittering pearls and ruby lips, whose kiss Was sweeter fa r than honey to the taste. Antar died about A. This book, Edward E. Holden wrote, has been the delight of all Arabians for many centu ries.
The unanimous opinion of the East has always placed The Romance o f Antar at the summit of such literature. As one of their authors well says: The Thousand and One Nights is for the amusement of women and children; A ntar is a book for m en. As a religious ethic, Islam seems to have been unusually effec tive in cutting across racial lines. If a Negro slave is appointed to rule you, Mohammed said, hear and obey him, though his head be like a dried grape.
In this climate a man could be a slave today and a prime minis ter tomorrow. Patrick, the brother, melted my heart. Patrick has Down Syndrome and loves his sister Merry very much. So in a moment of wanting to cheer her up, he and her mom create a dating profile for her online. They use the image of a their dog for her profile picture and surprise her with their news.
What she doesn't expect is to find another user with the picture of their dog as their profile. A wink, a click and a short message lead to lots of fun conversations via the internet of course and the chance at a happy and Merry Christmas. Merry's personal life is stressful right now.
Work is stressful.
She just wants to enjoy nothing more than chatting online with her new friend Jay after a long day. Their friendship slowly starts to evolve and it's time to put it to the test of meeting. Will they be able to ever meet? Will their friendship be enough to keep them happy once they do meet?Besides a little logic could hardly make the situation worse. I feel like playing. The answers Africans gave to these questions determined the form of their religion.
They roam perplexd and mean In skies that have no shore. Though they were on the second floor, the building was backed by a sloping hill.
He sat down in the office chair that faced the computer. If you need a good pick me up, grab this one.
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