Six Sentence Sunday 005.

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Samael toyed with a feather that had fallen from one of his wings, the long, black plume longer than those of a peacock. Angel wings were more than ten feet long at their fullest stretch, Archangel wings being longer still. Thus, their feathers were longer, finer and stronger than those of birds.

"Is that from your wing, Uncle Sammy?" John regarded the feather in fascination.

"Yes." Samael smiled, holding the feather out so they could see it more clearly. There was a deep, rich indigo sheen to the feather, more visible when direct sunlight shone on it.

-- From 'No Quarter'.