The Cursed Angel: Revisited

Yet another insight into what my novel is and what it might be. Another look into the world of LT. 'Fighting' Falcon Wing:

“Need a bit of help?”
I turned around; in front of me was a girl about my height (5’ 5”), fire red hair, sexy build, and the looks of a Mage.
“Did you need help or what?” she asked.
“Uhh…” I sounded like a dork.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” She looked beyond me, “By the way, I’m Ember, Ember Dragonwing.”
Ember strode past me and placed herself between the thugs.
“Ignis sphaira!” Ember shouted.
As soon as she finished those two words, a fire ball ignited from her right hand. She playfully tossed it from hand to hand, giggling at the awe-struck thugs.
“Weren’t you guys coming after me?” she smiled.
One by one, the thugs dropped their weapons and fled toward Jim, who was still on the ground bleeding like hell.
Ember laughed again and looked at her little fire ball, “Thanato…” the fireball went out.
“I’ll get you for this, Wing!!!” It was Jim, “I swear it!!!” He was limping into his car.
“Did you want me to blow it up?” Ember asked, a little bored
“No, let them go.” I looked at my PDTM, “I’m already late as it is.”
“Can I come, uhh…, what did you say your name was again?”
“I guess you can come, and the name’s Wing, Falcon Wing.” I said. I put my best James Bond impression on when I said that.
“Okay, good, I was afraid that I’d have to unpack.”
I looked at her, “You packed already?”
“Of course…” she sighed, “are we gonna go or what?”
“Yeah, let’s—” my phone rang, interrupting me, “Yeah-low!”
“Falcon! We’re taking off now!” Martin shouted, “We’ll be passing over your location in a few seconds”
As if on cue, I heard a jet passing over head.
“Okay, I’m heading up…” I stretched my wings, “see you soon.” I cut the connection.
“Well?” Ember tapped her foot, “Are we going?”
“Yeah,” I clipped my pack on, “We’ve got a jet to catch, climb on.”
Ember climbed on my back and I ran down the alleyway. I extended my wings and I began sprinting to get off the ground. Unfortunately, my wingspan of fourteen feet was grazing the walls of the alley, very painful. But I still got us into the sky.
I called Martin and said four, very crucial words: “Open the fucking door!!!”

And another:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted blood.” she was purring with content.
I screamed, I tried to shake her off but my body wouldn’t respond. I began to black out, and in the process, I began to fall.
“What to do…” Marissa laughed, blood dripping from her ruby-red lips, “I think your wings will go nicely on my trophy wall.”
As my vision began fading, I caught a glimpse of Martin’s Cruzer and something that looked like a huge Eagle… Then, I blacked out.
I came in and out of consciousness, each time; Marissa was either sucking blood from my neck or stroking me and laughing.
I think I was out for a few days until I had a strange dream...

And... Last one I guess:

Zephyr and I flew without conversation and it was about 2:30pm when we actually landed in the cold of Siberia.
*Shiver* “How can anything live here?” Zephyr chattered through his jaws.
“Don’t know…” I replied.
I re-activated my PDTM, lit the projector, and hit the holographic ‘com-link’ button. I was instantly face to face with a mini hologram of Martin (It’s kind of like those Star Wars communicators).
“FALCON!?!?!” Martin was practically falling over in shock, “H-HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?!?!”
“And a ‘hello’ to you too…” I was kind of tired so I made it quick, “Martin, I need you to fly the plane over here, I’ll activate my tracer and you can fly towards me, got it?”
“Right, we’re in the Philippines, so it might take a few days…”
I knit my eyebrows together, “Why, are you guys in the Philippines?”
“Uhh… Gotta go BYE!!!” Martin immediately cut the connection.
Zephyr walked over and flopped down on the powder snow, “How long are we gonna be here?”
I turned to him, “A few days tops…” what I said was, unfortunately, my mistake.
Zephyr immediately pounced on me and stuck his face in mine, “A few days?!?” He growled, “A FEW DAYS!?!”
“Yeah, just relax,” I tried to adjust my hands, to no avail, “I might be able to get us a place to stay.”
Zephyr got off and looked at me darkly, “You had better…”
I got up and moved my wings around, nothing broken, bruised injured or otherwise. I pulled up the mini map again and looked at the surrounding 10-mile circle. I had the watch pinpoint a few cabins within flying distance.
“Got ‘em,” I shouted, “Zephyr, come on; we’re going to find a good place to wait this out.
We got airborne and almost immediately spotted the first cabin, unfortunately, it was occupied. Smoke was rising from the chimney.
“Damn… bank to the right and fly a few miles, there’s another one.” I shouted.
We checked house after house, every single one occupied. That is, until…
“Wait! Down there!” I leaped off of Zephyr’s back and began a descending spiral, “There’s one almost covered with snow!”
“What?” Zephyr began to follow in my spiral, “You found one?”
“Yeah… just follow my lead.”
I continued my spiral until I actually hit the knee deep snow, while Zephyr was making his landing; I trudged through the snow and tugged at the door.
“See if you can open the door, Zephyr!” he walked over and pulled the door off of its hinges, “Thanks…”
We walked inside and looked around; this place was well stocked with supplies, not a day old either.
“Hmm… peculiar…” I said to myself. I walked into what looked like a kitchen and saw a note.
Falcon, if you’re reading this, Hermes delivered the safe house… well… safe and sound… LOL… anyways… this place restocks itself, so don’t hesitate to come back anytime…
--Jesus
PS: there’s a button under the sink that shrinks this place into a briefcase if you ever feel like movin’ house. =P
Good guy, Jesus, always there for ya’

For the record, Zephyr is a Tide Dragon... Well, Mr. Fielder does want a hyperlink... so click on ‘Dragons’ if you want to go to probably the closest thing to actual Dragon descriptions that you Mortals can come up with...
Well, this is what I have so far... Anyway, if you have any ideas, see me and I'll check if I can fit them in or somthin...