A Demon's Nightmare

*** A Paranormal Thriller ***

Landon Marshall was harder than ironwood and sharper than Damascus steel. That might be why God came to him for help.

...To top it off, the guy was an Angel. He'd proved it last night. Landon hadn't been drunk, he'd seen it with his own eyes. The man was a true, sent from heaven Angel.
"So, what are your plans?" Landon asked, pouring himself a cup of black coffee and letting out a sigh of contentment with that first rush of caffeine.

"Plans?" Michael said, his eyebrows scrunching in thought. "Oh, you mean for the near future, I plan to defeat the evil darkness about to settle upon this world. But first do you have any hot dogs?"

-- Angels, Demons. Itinerate Bartenders and Lady Archeologist. A race against time to stop the world being consumed by the ultimate evil.