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464p. (Gr. 7+) Clara's purpose as an angel-blood begins to manifest itself, forcing her family to move to Wyoming, where she learns that danger and heartbreak come with her powers. (Part of a series.)
Clara is an angel-blood and she has a purpose on earth. Her purpose starts in Wyoming, a long way from her hometown of Mountain View, CA. Her purpose involves Christian, a handsome and unattainable boy in her new high school. What she doesn't count on is meeting Tucker, how is she supposed to be ... Read More »
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Clara is human but not fully human. Part of her is angel blood. Clara has been having these visions of her purpose. Every angel has a purpose for them on Earth. In her vision, it is not quite clear of what she has to do. However, she gets a feeling that she must try to save this boy. She doesn't know who he is just how the back of his head looks like. Details of the vision aren't clear yet. But, as the date of when the vision will occur gets nearer, everything becomes more clear.
Clara is only part angel, but it's enough to make her a blip on the screen for dark, fallen angels to target and take out. She has a task to complete, as all angels do at some point in their lives. It's this task that moves them to a new town. Her mother is a higher percentage angel-blood and completed her task years ago in her long (but not quite "immortal") life. Clara knows little about her mom's task, as she won't talk about it much, and is struggling to decipher dreams and visions that leave her half-guessing at her choices.
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"The first time, November 6 to be exact, I wake up at two a.m. with a tingling in my head like tiny fireflies dancing behind my eyes. I smell smoke. I get up and wander from room to room to make sure no part of the house is on fire. Everything's fine, everybody sleeping, tranquil. It's more of a campfire smoke, anyway, sharp and woodsy. I chalk it up to the usual weirdness that is miry life. I try, but can't get back to sleep. So I go downstairs. And I'm drinking a glass of water at the kitchen sink, when, with no other warning, I'm in the middle of the burning forest. It's not like a dream. It's like I'm physically there. I don't stay long, maybe all of thirty seconds, and then I'm back in the kitchen, standing in a puddle of water because the glass has fallen from my hand."
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