{"id":253969,"date":"2026-07-13T03:10:50","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:10:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beneath-the-wings-of-a-god-amaree-jones\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:10:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:10:50","slug":"beneath-the-wings-of-a-god-amaree-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beneath-the-wings-of-a-god-amaree-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"Beneath The Wings Of A God – AMaree Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"
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That part filled him with purpose. \u201cAre you going to come in?\u201d The whisper pulled his attention, which had been captivated by her small, bare feet. They seemed to conflict with the rest of her.;Unscarred, almost untouched by the violence of the world, they reminded him how delicate life was, even hers.<\/p>\n

He did not expect her to want to speak to him, but keeping his eyes on her was motive enough to go with her. Are you going to swim? He asked himself, confused as to why he was even considering something so\u2026inti- mate. Rikkina grew tired of his silent contemplation. \u201cYou said you could swim?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rikkina blurted out, a mix of confusion and challenge in her question. Ignoring her, he unlaced his own boots. Annoyed at the question, mem- ories of childhood taunts invaded his thoughts. They grew darker, the feel of water choking the air from his lungs, the time he\u2019d been held under so long he\u2019d blacked out. It was that day that he decided he would learn to swim.<\/p>\n

He did not prefer the feel of the earth on his feet, but he placed one next to the other upon the cool earth, willing a calm to the torment of his past. Turning to face her, he found her looking at his own feet. The feeling of her eyes on that part of him was oddly erotic.<\/p>\n

Who had ever really looked at them before, besides himself? Abbadon could not think of a single person as heat crept along his spine. Her eyes upon him in such a vulnerable state made him yearn to take advantage of her own vulnerability, to remind her that she did not hold any power between them, not since she\u2019d left him alive when she should have killed him. Suddenly her eyes flicked up to his, as though she could feel the weight of his stare. Abbadon watched as unease found a home upon her face.<\/p>\n

But only for a moment, her arrogance lurched forward. Clearing her throat, she squared her shoulders and began to strip the clothing from her body. If he were anyone else, he would have missed the tremble in her fingers as she grasped the hem of her tunic. His own sick pride took pleasure in the feel of hers, knowing she wouldn\u2019t cower before him. Even if she wanted to, he knew that the warrior in her would never admit to fear, even when her body betrayed her.<\/p>\n

Standing to remove his own clothing, he watched as she walked into the freezing water.<\/p>\n

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Copyright A\u2019Maree Jones 2025 Beneath the Wings of a God by A\u2019Maree Jones This book is a work of fiction. Any reference to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, and places and incidents are of the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance to any people, places or events is coincidental. All Rights Reserved. I, Amanda Jones, do not allow for any parts of this book to be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded or uploaded into any storage or artificial intelligence pro- grams or data retrieval systems, regardless of intention, outside of what has been expressly permitted.<\/p>\n

The reproduction of any part of this work, prior to or post publication, is prohib- ited apart from precise quotations for the purpose of genuine reviews, but must be formed without the use of AI. For any other reproduction written permission and\/or licensing agree- ment granted by the author is required. To request permissions, contact the publisher at amareejonesauthor@gmail.com E-Book March 2026 ISBN- 979-8-9993484-1-8 Editing: Bobbi Jackson owner and editor of Emerald Editing @emeraldediting_llc Cover Illustration: Simply Defined Art Formatting: Sara Vertuan with Stardust Services Published by: A\u2019Maree Jones Author, LLC Personal Disclosure: No AI was used in any parts of making of this book.<\/p>\n

I do not support generative AI in the artistic realm, or anything associated with my work. All work associat- ed with my name and work is required to be void of AI. Please support human art. 1kitap1.com\/en BENEATH THE WINGS OF A GOD 1kitap1.com\/en To my Mother, Suzie, who\u2019s spirit is free among the wilds. I\u2019ll wander with you every moment the Gods grant me and steal each one they deign to deny.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en A Prologue fter the Great War and following the bloodshed of thousands of men, Harold became the first King of Revna. Prosperity and progress flour- ished under his reign. Magic gathered about the land and its people \u2014 a blessing from the Gods, the writings proclaimed. But man was jealous, and the Gods were fickle. At the edge of Sigurd Haftor\u2019s battle axe, the reign of King Harold came to an end.<\/p>\n

Refusing to proclaim Queen Elfa the ruler of Revna, the high-born men and greatest warriors from each na- tion drove her from her home.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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