Title: BORN FROM BABEL
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 93,178
Eighteen year old Tom Colado is a terrorist.
At least, that’s what the officers of London Heathrow Airport believe. High above the Atlantic, less than an hour ago, a single electrical discharge burst from Tom’s panicked hands, surged through a plane…and nearly brought it down.
Released from custody, Tom searches for an explanation to his supernatural experience. What should have been a relaxing post-high school vacation is now a fight for survival. Tom and his two best friends discover they are being hunted by an ancient order of protectors and a demonic army, rising from the depths of Hell.
Against his wishes, Tom has been chosen to prevent humanity's final war, against The Fallen. Time is running out and, as the history of his lineage unravels before him, Tom battles to regain control of his life. With the planet on the verge of chaos, Tom must confront the only person who can stop him from saving the world…himself.
Death. Two hundred and sixteen passengers and the only clear thought their panicked minds could comprehend was death. The plane shook relentlessly as it plunged through the sky, hurtling towards the calm blue waters below. A sense of weightlessness gripped at the hearts of everyone on-board and, in fleeting moments, was almost euphoric. The unbound motions of their flailing arms and swaying torsos became a dance to welcome their own demise. Nothing could be heard over the shrill cries that formed a chorus of horror throughout the cabin. It wasn’t beautiful or majestic; it was one unified, incomprehensible noise. People hung lifelessly over themselves, unable to fight the force of the falling plane, but, amidst the commotion, three people sat tall, challenging their fate.
Jay and Kim turned to each other to say goodbye. Their hands slowly reached for the armrest between them, hoping to find a mutual comfort in their final moments. The fear of death’s lonely approach took control as the building tension of their intertwined fingers quietly caused a faint shade of purple to swell over their knuckles. They said nothing; they didn’t need to. Slowly, their arms wrapped around one another and pushed away the reality that surrounded them.
Across the aisle, Tom sat among strangers, clutching his armrest with every bit of strength he could muster. His grasp slid from the moisture that glazed his palms. Digging his shaking fingers deeper and deeper into the edge of the armrest, he felt a pinch.