Interview With The Archangel

Today, we are thrilled to introduce someone whom we have been trying to speak to for quite some time, Archangel Colm Bohannon. It is an unprecedented occasion to meet an archangel here on Earth and one who fought in the American Revolution. To soothe his impatience, we have provided rum and agreed to refrain from asking him about his youngest archangel brother, Lucifer.

Me: Hello, Mr. Bohannon. Thank you for joining us today.

Colm: I don’t understand the human purpose of apologies or gratitude, so get on with it.

Me: Please, oh, I guess you don’t understand the purpose of polite requests either. What is that silver and green light surrounding you?

Colm: The green light is the color of my angelic spirit. All angels have a spiritual color through which we see one another. The silver light is our halo.

Me: Why are you possessing a human vessel?

Colm: I will tell you that story when it is time.

Me: Alright, then tell us about your celestial family.

Colm: (Drinks rum). Must I?


Colm: (Heaves a sigh). My father, God, and my archangel brothers see me as an abomination, but if you insist. I am the fifth archangel of seven. My celestial name is Sariel. My four older brothers are Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, and Uriel. My two younger brothers are Ezekiel and Lucifer. However, I am a brother to all angels who our father created.

Me: Why did God create the archangels?

Colm: We were created to be the most powerful beings in the universe besides our father. We each had certain divinities that changed over time as our heavenly orientations changed. When God created the children of man, we were tasked with being preceptors and beholders of those things which mankind does not understand.

(Drinks more rum) I was once the archangel of Divine Visions. That was at a time when the children of man were unaware of their creator. It was my task to make them aware. I had no idea how to conjure divine visions. It had never been done before. This was thousands and thousands of years before what the children of man consider The Calling of Abraham. I had no guidance and no example and in my attempt, my power killed many of them before I realized what was happening.

Me: But there is more isn’t there?

Colm: (Flutters his wings) Later, I was considered the angel of death, because at one time, I escorted human souls to Heaven after they died. That was before Lucifer fell, and the archangels became God’s warriors against Hell’s demons. After Lucifer fell and God created reapers, my divinity changed. I escorted souls to their egress when the body died, summoned reapers, and told them where God wanted them to take souls instead of doing it myself. God assigned a brotherhood of eight angels to me so I could teach them the same. Then, I was entrusted to shepherd the Grigori angels, the Watchers Angels, but they learned human lust, acted on that lust, and I did nothing to stop them because I didn’t know by what means, short of destroying them.

Me: Who are the angels who belong to your brotherhood?

Colm: Their human vessels’ names are Fergus Driscoll, Seamus Cullen, Brandon O’Flynn, Ian Keogh, Liam Kavanagh, Michael Bohannon, and Patrick Cullen.

Me: Why does your father and older brothers see you as an abomination?

Colm: It is a long story that began millenniums ago. Three of my brotherhood, Ian, Michael, and Seamus learned lust from the Grigori angels and created what was forbidden— the Nephilim, the children of human women and angels. The rest of us tried to stop them. We were all found guilty and banished from Heaven.

Me: You were all willing to accept punishment?

Colm: Aye. We’re a brotherhood who love each other.

Me: Where did you go after you were banished?

Colm: In his anger over what we had done, God created demons from his wrath to kill us. He also summoned the Flood of Noah to kill the Nephilim living with their mothers on Earth.

Me: Oh my. Is that when you came here?

Colm: (Flashes his eyes) No. We raced through the universe in a desperate attempt to elude our executioners. I tried to protect my brotherhood because I was the only one of us with the power to destroy not only a demon, but the demons’ leader.

Me: Did I just see silver light flash in your eyes?

Colm: Aye. It’s my way of tempering you.

Me: Was I out of line with my questioning?

Colm: Not yet. It was just a warning. All the archangels were created with the ability just as we were endowed with the ability to destroy using our golden radiance that is a part of our spirit.

Me: Thank you for…uh…I have been dually warned. May I ask about your journey to Earth?

Colm: A company of eight Irish men died fighting the Normans in Wexford, Ireland on the night of May 1, 1169. They were defending their cog, the LE ‘Eithne. They drown when it sank. We took their human vessels to confuse the demons and give us time to rest.

Me: Therefore, you don’t possess a living human.

Colm: Angels can’t possess the living. Our spiritual power and immortality is too great for them to contain.

Me: Did the ruse work?

Colm: By 1314, the demons’ leader realized what we had done. He and his army of demonic spirits went to Scotland to the scene of the Battle of Bannockburn where the Scottish king, Robert the Bruce, clashed with the English king, Edward II. There were many human vessels to be had as the soldiers died on the battlefield. The demon leader possessed the body of an English knight, Sir Henry de Bohun, a man Robert the Bruce killed in the battle. Wearing their new vessels, Henry and his army continued their ruthless pursuit. By 1575, we were tiring again.

Me: I noticed that one of your angels has the same last name as you—Bohannon.

Colm: The company of dead Irish men were led by the man Colm Bohannon. Michael was Colm’s little brother. The same for Seamus Cullen. He also had a little brother among the dead, Patrick Cullen. The human link between us and them still remains. It is our palimpsests, shadows of memories that belonged to the souls of our human vessels showing through to the present. They can be frightening and impossible to control. Fergus and Ian, however, don’t possess a palimpsest.

Me: Where did you go to rest in 1575?

Colm: We took a ship from England to Virginia in America. We found sanctuary in a place over the Appalachian Mountains that was later called Burkes Garden. We were there for two hundred years before we began to suspect that the demons were in Boston, Massachusetts.

Me: May I see your wings?

Colm: (Rises slowly and unfurls his imperial silver wings that touch the floor, the ceiling, and sweep over my face and body. Silver crystals rain down from them like glittering hail and gather on the floor and against the walls.)

Me: (I feel my breath leave my body and restrain my urge to fall to my knees in reverence.)

Colm: (Furls his wings into a volute and they disappear.)

Me: (I’ve forgotten my next question.) Oh yes. How did you begin fighting for the Patriots in the American Revolution?

Colm: We suspected that the demon leader had possessed a general in the British army. We went to Boston to warn the Sons of Liberty—John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and Dr. Joseph Warren of the possibility. We felt it our duty to protect them if that was the case especially if war broke out between the colonies and Great Britain. Our suspicions were correct. The demon was possessing General Henry Hereford who arrived in Boston from London soon after we did in January 1775. War broke out four months later in Lexington and Concord, Massachusetts.

Me: Tell me about some of your human friends.

Colm: We call them the children of man, by the way as we are called the sons of God. Jeremiah Killam is our closest friend who we met in Burkes Garden when he was only five years old. Dr. Joseph Warren, a leading Son of Liberty, taught me what it meant to love a child of man unconditionally. What happened to him and my failure to protect him and stop it is my greatest shame. Of course, there is also Abe Rowlinson who was among the patriots firing on the British when they were retreating from Concord to Boston.

Me: I have been told you had General George Washington’s ear. Is this true?

Colm: I don’t know if I had his ear. He and I became very close and constantly conferred during the war.

Me: Did you or some of your angels hold rank in the Continental Army?

Colm: I refused rank, but Fergus Driscoll achieved the rank of major general. Brandon O’Flynn rose to a colonel in the artillery corps under General Henry Knox, and Ian Keogh was commissioned a lieutenant, also under Knox.

Me: Were the children of man afraid of you at first?

Colm: Yes and no. They had never seen angels on Earth. Many of them mistook me for God. Later, as the war wore on and they became used to our presence, we were considered the gift of Providence to the American cause for independence.

Me: Tell us more about the angels in your brotherhood and their role in their Heavenly duties and the war itself.

Colm: They are soothers and beholders. They fulfilled that divinity throughout the war. The rest of our time with the children of man, and the hardships we endured as angels unaccustomed to the noise of human society and emotions, is written. You will have to read the narrative in the series of books called Angels and Patriots. There you will find the words that describe our time among you and the lessons we learned from you.

Me: One last question. How did you elude the demons?

Colm: You will have to read the books, but I will tell you that demons were not the only hounds God unleashed upon us.

Me: Thank you for your time today. Perhaps one day you will learn the purpose of gratitude.

Colm: I don’t think so. However, there is one last thing to consider. Human emotions can change everything. Angelic emotions can destroy the world.

Rebels, Heroes, Patriots, and Legends. The multiple award winning Angels and Patriots saga is the mutual pursuit of liberty, the meaning of loyalty, and the virtue of the ultimate sacrifice during the American Revolution.

    • Angels and Patriots Book One: Sons of Liberty, Lexington and Concord, Bunker Hill
    • Angels and Patriots Book Two: The Cause of 1776
    • Angels and Patriots Book Three: The Year of the Hangman
    • Angels and Patriots Book Four: The Hand of Providence and The Brotherhood’s Sword

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  • Independent Press Award, Historical Fiction, Winner
  • Independent Press Award, Military Fiction, Distinguished Favorite
  • Shelf UnBound Best Indie Book, Notable
  • National Indie Excellence® Awards, Military Fiction, Finalist
  • American Fiction Awards, Fantasy and Military Fiction, Finalist
  • New York City Big Book Awards, Military Fiction, Winner
  • New York City Big Book Awards, Historical Fiction, Distinguished Favorite
  • 2019 New York City Big Book Awards, Military Fiction, Winner
  • 2019 Shelf Unbound, Top 100 Notable Indie Book
  • 2020 Independent Press Award, Military Fiction, Winner
  • 2021 American Fiction Awards, Historical Fantasy, Finalist
  • 2020 Shelf Unbound Top 100 Notable Indie
  • 2021 Independent Press Award, Military Fiction, Distinguished Favorite

Hark The Angels

Icelanders have a beautiful tradition of giving books to each other on Christmas Eve and then spending the night reading. This custom is so deeply ingrained in the culture that it is the reason for the Jolabokaflod, or “Christmas Book Flood,” when the majority of books in Iceland are sold between September and December in preparation for Christmas giving. To honor this tradition, which is also the theme of the Historical Writers Forum Advent Blog Hop, authors are offering free and reduced ebooks and paperbacks to cuddle up with on cold and cozy holiday nights.

Angels are also a part of Christmas traditions. Those graceful tree toppers and beautifully-winged celestial beings whom carols honor with versus like “Hark the herald angels sing” and “fall on your knees, O! hear the angels’ voices”, soothers and beholders, and who, as members of the Heavenly host, are subject to the laws of their Father…and some break those laws.

Therefore, welcome to the world of Historical Fantasy–historical fiction blended with the supernatural realm–and the first book in my multiple award winning series about the American Revolution: Angels & Patriots Book One: Sons of Liberty, Lexington and Concord, Bunker Hill

Boston, Massachusetts, January 1775

Ten years earlier, the British government levied the Stamp Act on the American colonies, a tax on all paper goods to help pay for Britain’s global wars. The tax infuriated the colonists and spurred a man named Samuel Adams to form a rebellious street thug group called the Sons of Liberty. Soon, the group began attracting prominent men like John Hancock, Paul Revere, and Dr. Joseph Warren whose biting quill called for liberty from the tyranny of the British ministry. As British soldiers occupied Boston, and further taxes and parliamentary acts were imposed, their voices for liberty rose. Then, a small band of fallen angels led by their archangel known by his human name, Colm Bohannon, appeared in Boston to warn the Sons of Liberty of demons that may be infiltrating Loyalists and Patriots alike.

The angels knew well for they had been running from the demons since the time of the Flood of Noah. Some of the angels had created what God had forbidden—Nephilim—children of human women. Three angels copulated. Five angels tried to stop them. In God’s court, they were all found guilty and were banished from Heaven.

Thus began an allied quest for liberty that defined the meaning of loyalty and the virtue of the ultimate sacrifice.

An Excerpt

On Monday January 30, 1775, Colm and Fergus met Samuel Adams, John Adams, John Hancock, Paul Revere, William Dawes, and Dr. Joseph Warren in the basement of the Green Dragon Tavern.

John Hancock disguised his disquiet by saying, “Get on with it, Mr. Bohannon.”

The basement door swung open. Twenty-three-year-old Dr. Samuel Prescott descended the steps. When he saw the strangers in the basement, he stopped.

John Hancock motioned for Samuel to join them. “You have arrived from Concord just in time.”

Samuel remained where he was and asked, “In time for what?”

“Shut the basement door,” Paul barked. “And get down here.”

Samuel Adams repeated what John Hancock had said. “Get on with it, Mr. Bohannon.”

The disruption caused by Samuel Prescott’s arrival gave Colm time to decide how to begin. He asked, “What are ya opinions on angels?”

“We are not here for a sermon,” Samuel Adams said. “We are here to discuss who you and your men are, and your patriotic intentions.”

“Answer me,” Colm insisted.

Paul took a step toward Colm. “Did you not understand what Samuel said?”

Fergus slid his right hand inside his coat and gripped the hilt of his dagger.

John Adams said, “I would be more than happy to discuss my opinions concerning angels if my cousin wishes to withdraw from the conversation. I can see that you have a point to this Mr. Bohannon, and I am curious enough to play your game.”

Joseph Warren saw Colm’s jaw tighten.

Ya know this isn’t a game, Colm thought.

“I no longer cling to the doctrines of my Puritan ancestors,” John Adams said. “I have turned to the more liberal views of the Unitarian Church. But that is not what you have asked Mr. Bohannon. The Puritan minister, Cotton Mather, claimed to have had an angel sighting, yet he and his father had denounced such sightings. They believed they were mischief or a transformation of Satan. Why would the Good Angels of God make themselves visible to man?”

“That, Mr. Adams, isn’t an opinion,” Colm pointed out.

Dr. Joseph Warren watched Fergus. Fergus did not look at Colm when he spoke. He listened with intensity, and constantly gauged the tension in the room. In contrast to Colm, with his long curly brown hair and pleasant thin face, Fergus was exceedingly handsome. Colm wore homespun. Fergus was dressed like a gentleman.

“No, it is not,” John Adams agreed. “Rather it is an old-fashioned opinion that angels have no function except to look over mankind while we sow our own fate with no real guidance from God. That opinion has changed in recent years. There has been a shift in the religious world view. I believe there is the miraculous intercession of a heavenly messenger as we search more actively and optimistically for our ultimate destination in the house of the Lord.”

William said, “My wife and I believe that if an angel comes to us after we have prayed, and tells us we shall be among the saved, then it will be so if we listen to the word of God.”

“What I found unbelievable about Cotton Mather’s sighting was the description of his angel,” John Adams noted.

“Well, here is my opinion,” Samuel Adams snickered. “Mather was in his cups. He claimed the angel had the features of a man. Angels do not have a gender unless they have possessed some poor hapless slob.”

“I have read Mather’s description,” Paul said with assurance. “The angel wore white and shining garments and a long robe. That seems to be the view most agree with in these times—an angel with a shining face wearing a splendid tiara with wings on his shoulders.”

“It is what our churches depict in the beauty of their stained-glass windows,” William added.

“This is absurd,” John Hancock spat.

“If they did walk among us, what do you think they would look like?” William asked Colm.

Colm had no physical form before he took his thirty-two-year-old vessel; therefore, he had no idea what he looked like. That concept was difficult for all of the angels. No matter how many times they saw their own reflection, they couldn’t connect what they saw to who they were. Colm said, “What they look like isn’t important.”

Joseph noted that neither Colm nor Fergus fidgeted. They did not appear to be hatching a lie. He detected uneasiness in their demeanor. Joseph knew what Colm was about to say was going to sound unbelievable because what Joseph suddenly saw was unbelievable. Moreover, it appeared that he was the only man in the basement who could see it. “Paul and William, may I have a private word with you outside?” Joseph asked.

Paul gave Joseph a suspicious look. “Why?”

Joseph did not bother to answer. He and William exited through the exterior basement door. Paul shot a doubtful look at Colm, and then followed the others outside.

Samuel Prescott and Samuel Adams walked to the basement window and peered through the small, blistered glass panes.

Paul’s voice rose above the others. “Do you know what you are saying, Joseph? They cannot…” The sound of his voice abruptly ceased.

Joseph, Paul, and William returned to the basement. William shut the door and threw the bolt latch. He climbed the stairs to the interior basement door and locked it.

The angels rustled their wings. It was one of several ways they comforted themselves. Most of those habits revealed their celestial being. Therefore, they were often deprived of self-comforting. A human who could hear their wings rustle was extraordinary.

Joseph heard the rustling. He looked at Colm and Fergus as if they had reinforced everything he had just said to Paul and William.

Colm made eye contact with Joseph.

John Hancock’s foreboding intensified. “I have had enough of this.” He turned to mount the steps.

“No, John…wait,” Joseph implored.

John complied.

“What Joseph told Paul and me is so fanciful, that I cannot grasp it,” William said. Yet, he felt calm, and strangely soothed.

Samuel Adams frowned and asked, “What did Joseph tell you?”

Fergus willed his eyes to stay focused on whoever was speaking.

Joseph and Colm made eye contact again.

Joseph said, “Mr. Bohannon, if what I am about to say is true, I expect you to demonstrate integrity and tell the truth.”

“I will.”

“You and your men are angels of God.”

John Hancock erupted. “That cannot be, Joseph! You have been led astray!”

Fergus tightened his hand around the hilt of the dagger inside his coat.

“Dr. Warren speaks the truth,” Colm said. “We’re banished angels. Some of us disobeyed God and created the Nephilim—children of angels and human women. God, in his fury, summoned the Flood of Noah to kill the Nephilim, and he created an army of demons to kill us. The demon who leads them will never stop chasing us until we’re dead.”

Samuel Prescott turned to flee the basement. Paul seized his arm and said, “No, Samuel!”

“You cannot believe this!” Samuel shouted. He jerked his arm away from Paul’s grasp. “War may be upon us, and now we have been cursed by the workings of Satan. This is too much!”

“We aren’t doing the work of Satan,” Fergus objected.

“What does your sin against God have to do with us?” John asked.

Colm said, “Angels can’t sin. Only the children of man can sin.”

Samuel Adams challenged Colm. “Prove your claim, sir.”

“We can’t unless ya truly believe angels are representations of God’s work; and even then, I’m not sure ya will be able to see our proof.”

“You had better find a way to prove yourselves,” John Hancock said indignantly.

“Joseph, they have bewitched you!” Samuel Prescott shouted.

Fergus allowed himself to look at Colm. They conjured memories from a time before three of their brotherhood learned to feel lust; before they were afraid of God’s demons; before they took human vessels and the names they had now. They listened to hear the beatific melody of Heaven. It was a tune so ancient that no living thing could recreate the tones and chords.

Without a sound, Colm and Fergus unfurled their divine silver wings. Silver crystals showered upon the patriots’ faces and wet their hair. The delicate crystals gathered on the floor and drifted into the corners of the basement. Colm’s imperial wings touched the ceiling, and the delicate plumes brushed Fergus’ widespread wings. Together, their wings filled the basement from wall to wall and floor to ceiling.

The patriots drew in a breath and fell to their knees.

Colm evoked his spiritual essence. The basement was washed in the light of his green aura, and something God had bestowed to the archangels—golden radiance. It was part of Colm’s primordial being, as ancient as the heavenly music he and Fergus heard. It was his destructive power. The green light and the gold radiance swirled and glided like a flock of birds coming home to roost at sunset.

The purple aura God had granted to the angels entrusted to an archangel’s second in command, shined intensely from Fergus’ angelic spirit. The angels furled their wings into obscurity. The dazzling light that constituted a celestial being’s essence faded. The silver crystals remained. “Get to ya feet,” Colm said softly. “We aren’t to be revered.”

The men rose. William ran a hand over his brown hair. He stared at the silver crystals in his palm.

“We offer ourselves to ya cause for freedom,” Colm said. “If Henry has provoked the colonies into war to draw us out of hiding, ya must know what ya are up against. It isn’t just England’s power. It’s also a demonic army. Ya have to be prepared for the horrors of war, and the horrors of God’s wrath.”

John Hancock was trembling. “We cannot prepare our fellow patriots for this. You must have proof that this demon is indeed provoking us. And even if we do have proof, we cannot convince the masses that Satan is behind this revolution.”

“Ya aren’t listening!” Colm said. “Satan has nothing to do with this! These are God’s demons!”

John Adams gathered his wits and said, “Mr. Bohannon, we shall take your council under serious advisement when you find your demon and not before.”

Fergus was astonished by the patriots’ response.

Colm warned, “We aren’t in control! Henry and his demons are. Ya must be prepared to fight them on the same ground as the British army!”

Human skepticism impregnated the basement of the Green Dragon Tavern. There was nothing else Colm could do to convince these unsuspecting men that the threat to them, their families, and their country was not only twofold, but also unknown.

My Giveaway

I’m giving away three ebooks or paperback books (US only) to winners who comment on this blog or on my social media posts on Twitter or Facebook. Please note: Due to the adult content and themes, this book is not intended for persons under the age of 18.

The Series: Available on Amazon with Book Four in Progress

Thank you for your interest in our blog hop and my series. Have a wonderful holiday! ~~ Salina

Angels and Patriots Book One has been honored!

I’m thrilled to share that my historical fantasy novel Angels and Patriots Book One has won it’s seventh and eighth award! New York City Big Book Awards honored my novel as winner of the Military Fiction category and distinguished favorite in the Historical Fiction category.

Military Fiction                               Historical Fiction

2018 Shelf Unbound Best Indie Book, Notable2018 Independent Press Award Historical Fiction, Winner2018 Independent Press Award Military Fiction, Distinguished Favorite

I couldn’t have achieved this accomplishment without the editing skills, graphic design, and guidance from the ladies at Author’s Assistant. Thank you.

Nor could I have accomplished this without the incredible patience of my husband, John. He spent countless days and weeks alone while I conducted extensive research on the events that ignited and occurred during the first days of the Revolutionary War, patriots, loyalists, politics, colonial life, Founding Fathers and Mothers, the British army, and religious references to the fallen angels who created the forbidden Nephilim, not to mention the hundreds of hours it took to write the novel.

John patiently allowed me to take him to Boston and Roxbury for a seven day pilgrimage honoring the life of patriot, Son of Liberty, and Founding Father, Dr. Joseph Warren; who is an important character. Without Joseph’s courage, fortitude, and popularity, the Revolutionary War may never have begun. Among Joseph’s many accomplishments, he is the young physician who sent Paul Revere on his famous midnight ride to warn the Massachusetts countryside that the British were on the move from Boston.

Lastly, I would like to thank Dr. Samuel Forman, author of the biography Dr. Joseph Warren: The Boston Tea Party, Bunker Hill, and the Birth of American Liberty, for sharing his expertise and offering his support for my historical research on Warren while I wrote this book.

Thank you for allowing me to share this humbling and exciting announcement!

Angels & Patriots – The series is available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle eBook. The fourth and final book will be released early 2022. Happy reading!

Angels & Patriots : The Series

10 Quotes About Angels

#10 “No, I never saw an angel, but it is irrelevant whether I saw one or not. I feel their presence around me.”

Paulo Coelho, Brazilian Novelist

#9 “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”


#8 “Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru’ all creation.”

Robert Bridges, English Poet

#7 “Who would not rather be a rising ape than a falling angel?”

Terry Pratchett, English Author

#6 “In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.”

George Bernard Shaw, Irish Dramatist

#5 “An angel has no memory.”

Terry Southern, American Writer

#4 “The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.”

Fanny Crosby, American Musician

#3 “I accept the fact that angels are great heavenly beings, and I think some people give me the feeling that I’m with an angel.”

Benjamin Clementine, English Artist

#2 “Each angel that God created was in himself a masterpiece. Each one possessed his own degree of intelligence and his own beauty.”

Mother Angelica, American Educator

#1 “In the Christian world… it is believed that angels were created at the beginning, and that heaven was formed of them.”

Emanuel Swedenborg, Swedish Scientist